I sit down And I wait to be worked out on I steal sweets from kids And I pretend I still want his
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip blunt cold hard hit, oh
Well that's all i've got Fallopian road is dead and lost, corrupt And our bittersweet round smiles our way out of here He looks up to the exit sign The smile crossed down between the lines
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, oh
I burn all the letters I'm so sick on these words That's my head in your green box Screaming these words over
I stole your sharpest kitchen knife I cut us in two But I'm still hanging by half light, a shadow of you
As I still crawl these floors I'm still gagging on your breath Your DNA still detects my waist
A hangnail beneath my own dress A hangnail beneath my own dress A hangnail beneath my own dress
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, oh
I rescue me found hanging from my neck I plead life support but I disconnect wires all around me and I see that he's dressed Essential to die and end this
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip Blunt cold hard hit, oh
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Beneath My Undress I sit dumb I wait to be worked out upon I steal sweets from kids And I pretend that it wasn't his Same time I escape the rope So I put it back about my throat Blunt, Cold, hard hit On angels feet beneath I slip
Well that's all I've got fallopian rogue is dead in knots corrupt, denied a sweet man smiles away out of here He looked up to the exit sign The smile crashed down between the lines Same time I escape the rope So I put it back about my throat Blunt, Cold, hard hit On angels feet beneath I slip
I burn all the letters I'm so sick on these words that's my head in your cooking pot Screaming these words I burn I stole your sharpest kitchen knife I cut it in two but i'm still hanging in the half light (?) As I still crawl these floor boards gagging on your breath your dna stay dictates my way a hangnail beneath my undress
Same time I escape the rope so I put it back about my throat Blunt, Cold, hard hit On angels feet beneath I slip