Kill Clouseau - Mojave | Текст песни

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Take your hand off of my shoulder.

Touch is saved for those I call my

friends are chosen based on true trust.

Take your leave while I still have some control,

some control.

Burned by old flames.

While the memories, rise up, consuming me.

Wasted time leaves a void.

Soon filled by hatred for you

aren't human.

Yet you seem to be taking this too well for

someone so strikingly guilty of dramacide.

I've been much too lenient with you.

This punishment don't seem to fit the crimes

committed, you of sound mind.

Entrails of our bond lie on the floor.

Burned by old flames.

While the memories, rise up, consuming me.

Wasted time leaves a void.

Soon filled by hatred for you

aren't human.

Yet you seem to be taking this too well for

someone so strikingly guilty of dramacide.

Burned by old flames.

While the memories, rise up, consuming me.

Wasted time leaves a void.

Soon filled by hatred for you

aren't human.

Yet you seem to be taking this too well for

someone so strikingly guilty of dramacide.