Fake Shark-Real Zombie! - Running For The Razors | Текст песни

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• Fake Shark-Real Zombie!
• Running For The Razors

A perfect world
A mute atrocity
You're little girl from a university
Counting my blades, counting my fingers
How many motherfuckers in this room are sinners?

Hello, change!

Delicious meds, flavored therapy
Serating love into static melody
Counting my knifes, spinning my fires
How many detractors within this room are liars

From a new york streets
To the back of the seats
To a yellow cab, be discreet
I love the way you wanna hate me

Trick or toxic treats
Sweet or sour venom
I wake up in make up
And now its time to get them

I love the way you wanna hate me
I love the way you wanna hate so go

There's a fine line of authority
I understand how i could go blind
I cannot see

Casual TV
A TV causality
Searching for hidden messages subconsciously
Sounting my blades, counting my fingers
How many motherfuckers in this room are sinners?