Berried Alive - The Pun-Isher paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Pun-Isher - Berried Alive



You should've left me alone
You should've left me alone
You should've left me alone
You should've left me alone
You should've left me alone
You should've left me alone
Bombs go off, burning bodies on the ground
Have your final thoughts, this shits over now
Buildings falling down
I don't give a fuck
So if you even make a sound
Time is up
I'll be blasting out the rounds
All the fucking rounds
Talk comes cheap with a click and a plane ticket right to your house
Said the wrong thing, typed the wrong line
So I cut your hands off, ripped the tongue from your mouth
Had to buy a mask and matches
Tank of gas in cash so cops can't trace my route
The cashier asked what I'm smiling about
So I stepped back, began firing 'em out
See I'm here thrashing, skin high in the count
And the cops are catching wind
I got severed slashed up limbs all over town
Got the population thinned
And I know you think you're dreaming
But then you'll believe me when you wake up screaming
And you know your bleeding won't stop 'til the last drop
With your limbs chopped
Killed the coward powered entirely by his desktop
Bombs go off, burning bodies on the ground
Have your final thoughts, this shits over now
Buildings falling down
I don't give a fuck
So if you even make a sound
Time is up
I'll be blasting out the rounds
All the fucking rounds
Talk comes cheap with a click 'til
You're fucking with someone remorseless
Said the wrong thing, thought you were fine
'Til I showed up and turned you all into some corpses
Had to buy a mask and matches
Tank of gas in cash, I'm sick and morbid
Now my victims from the past are stashed
Among the branches in the thickest forests
I got guns in my luggage
Explosives in my carry on
I'm acting withdrawn
Soon you'll all be gone
Once I get my berry on
And I know you think I'm dreaming but then you'll believe me
When my guns are screaming and you're bleeding
As I rid this place of human beings
Provoked, blood soaked from combat
You're so smoked
Not even embers left to poke at
Wasn't good enough
Treated like diseases
Could not overcome
Torn the world to pieces
You should've left me alone
A day dream met an empty cell
It became sick as it made it well
Hell
Evil schemes carry many shells
It's always late before you can tell, tell
Wasn't good enough
Treated like diseases
Could not overcome
Torn the world to pieces



Writer(s): Charles Caswell


Berried Alive - Fuego
Album Fuego
date de sortie
15-05-2020




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