Charger - The Amputee | Текст песни

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• Charger
• The Amputee

Don't let me ride shotgun no more
I might just lead us into temptation
All eyes on the road ahead
This knife isn't loaded
Cut me from this wreckage
This colour doesn't suit me

A death in the family
Appropiate I believe
Sunken air vessels and split lips
You hope this really hurts me?

Your eyes turned to rubies
It was burning sugar
Bitterness had taken its hold
My ripcage the shield
I just couldn't save your soul
You think you got something to prove
My sweet receptacle they can use
Try standing of not crawling
A mouth full of abose

And I wonder where you will stay?
Disappear into the pitch black
You be careful - it's pitch fucking black out there
Where will you stay?

Spite me
Spite you
Spite everyone equally

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