Lyrics Focus - Preacher
Black
cats
going
insane,
they
think
it′s
please
they
don't
think
its
pain
They′d
die
with
the
word
think
thoughts
aside
just,
never
mind
their
melancholy
lifestyles
White
cats
tripping
on
pain,
blood
stains
on
their
paper
manes
They
all
think
its
easy
to
relapse
yearly,
don't
call
out
the
one
that
is
killing
Black
cats
going
insane,
they
think
it's
pleasure
they
don′t
think
its
pain
They
die
with
the
high
word
think
thoughts
aside
just
Don′t
need
to
focus
on
me
Just
need
to
numb
me
again
Don't
need
to
focus
on
me
Just
need
to
kill
me
again
Black
cats
going
insane,
trying
to
make
sure
that
they′re
never
stray
If
you
don't
get
up
don′t
let
it
blind
you,
beautiful
or
ugly
it
tries
to
bind
you
White
cats,
they
are
only
hate
you
cause
they
are
so
jealous
of
something
about
you
All
they
do
is
bring
you
down,
those
trustful
backstabbing
family
of
clowns
Black
cats,
all
I
see
is
a
giant
get
reptile
looking
at
me
Didn't
know
it
was
you
until
you
killed
me
too,
you′re
not
sorry
that
you
turned
me
blue
Don't
need
to
focus
on
me
Just
need
to
numb
me
again
Don't
need
to
focus
on
me
Just
need
to
kill
me
again
By
the
morning,
they
won′t
be
older
By
the
morning,
they
will
be
colder
By
the
morning,
they′re
on
your
shoulder
By
the
morning,
they'll
be
your
holder
By
the
morning,
they
won′t
be
older
By
the
morning,
they
will
be
colder
By
the
morning,
they're
on
your
shoulder
By
the
morning,
they′ll
be
your
holder
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