Hearts Like Hell - Fowler Girls (Feat. Kyle Galloway) | Текст песни

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She said she'd buy her feet when off the street.
The consequence of offering her suffering for certainty.
An acid dream of saccharine and nicotine. Holy seams of heresy and clarity.
Save your lion-hearted coat of arms, for eyes of deeper green and vanity.
And then it sinks to the heart!

Blank page; black book.
Has your salvation been a cry out for help? Or just a fix?
To settle track marks, before it crushes more than copper coins into dust.
Like a virus underneath the cross
Tighten up, your belt! A vice is only deep if anyone tells,
or lets it break the lock thats holds all hope in place, like your backbone.
At least with a savior, you never have to fail alone.

Holding ribs with teeth and hoping to be saved by veins.
Hunger made a thousand fold when kept locked in its cage.
Carved "amphetamine," into a nicotine-hallowed lung.
I heard you shot the stripper twice because she bit your tongue.

Despite a vivid stain on hands so firmly clasped in praise.
The votive choir knows this angel isn't yours to raise.
Her clothes can't hide all of the bruises that your shame has made.
It's not the color of her lips, but it's the same damn shade.
He started panting as he whispered off a bible verse.
She started cutting as she saw how much her saving was worth.
It's so unfortunate that holiest is who's best-dressed.
Cause I don't want to get my blood all down your Sunday dress.

A crying shame, you use a name to justify
why I'm to blame for fear unmasked by faith and angels.
Dear God, why are you so hellbent on teaching me?
Everything, it seems to me, is just a cliche novelty of what's been here to set me free.
Set the price of entity, so I can resell all belief and make believe it's up to me
to be saved by your -

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