Текст песни




Don't try to waste my time again
I couldn't help that you knew my friend
Falling off the bed, and it's circling my head
Don't try and make me fall for it
I feel the pressure in my skin
Ripping off the flesh that I'll mail to you instead
Betrayed by faith, disowned the church
Dissolved the criminals of all their worth
I taste my blood as it pours from my eyes
I didn't want the antichrist to make me fantasize
Don't try to waste my time again
I couldn't help that you knew my friend
Falling off the bed, and it's circling my head
Don't try and make me fall for it
I feel the pressure in my skin
Ripping off the flesh that I'll mail to you instead
Don't try and waste my time again
I couldn't help that you knew my friend
Falling off the bed, and it's circling my head
Don't try and make me fall for it
I feel the pressure in my skin
Ripping off the flesh that I'll mail to you instead



Авторы: Adalyn Clarke


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