From Autumn To Ashes - Betwixt Her Getaway Sticks (Masters Of Horror) | Текст песни

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• From Autumn To Ashes
• Betwixt Her Getaway Sticks (Masters Of Horror)

I'm not so-so Puncturing and cynical
side effects risk severing the umbilical

Homesick wish list pathogenic populace you're dead weight some say guess
that's what you make of it but i got brass
fists think i found a catalyst but there's
no perfect its all hit and miss

Don't try to disinfect my personality
I like my edges rough, I like offending
Maybe I'm full of shit or full of envy
Maybe I'm growing up, I guess we'll just wait and see
One day you will stare at me but not judgmentally
An antiseptic sound is just what bores me
I'll show you just how to fake But my opinion might be the enemy

I'm so surrounded by this serving policy
It gets the best of you, it got the best of me
It always piles up when i thought I was done
I feel like one duress I just don't have a gun
One day you will stare at me but not judgmentally
An antiseptic sound is just what bores me
I'll show you just how to fake
But my opinion might be the enemy

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