Floor Thirteen - Call Me What You Will | Текст песни

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My Bodies twitching like a moth’s wing
Caught in overdrive
Situations Serious
I’m lost between the lines
Been Pulling all midnight shifts
Every single day
Dissecting my reflection
“Now what’s he gonna say”

Call me what you want to
Call me what you will
Call me a disorder

Call me what you will
Call me what you will

Call me on the weekend
My hand grips on a knife
Disintegrate my brainstorm
Left with which is right

Call me what you want to
Call me what you will
Call me a disease now

Untangle me in your defeat
Untangle me in your defeat
Untangle me in your defeat

Why is it always closed discussions
Why is it every conversation
Why can’t we speak with no disruptions
Am I always a corruption

Call me what you want to
Call me what you will
Call me out of order

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