panicroom & vice grip 812 faces şarkı sözleri
Lungs filled with soil
Feeling the world around you forget
A useless existence
Flesh mirrors the soul
Rotten down to the bones
Cracking snapping breaking
Last sight of the moonlight
Mass grave for all the ones
Who spoke in silence
In crowded rooms
Behind the backs of loved ones
That held them up
When they couldn't stand on their own
Portraits of yourself
Are darkened by your hideous creation
You are the maker of
The person you portray to despise
Hiding in plain sight
Stabbing your knives in the back
Spreading your poison and
Ruining every soul you reach
Our memories have all but faded
A pollution filling the space between us
Breathe it in
Exhale and
Feel the disdain on your tongue
While it leaves your lips
Each echo destroying
Foundations of love
When all is said and done
Your bonds that are held together
By snaked tongues
Will break
And I will watch you vanish
Back into crowds of strange faces
Until you're one of them
Just another face
I hope you fucking choke
Die slow