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
Sanatçı: PanicRoom & Vice Grip 812
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 3:11
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
PanicRoom & Vice Grip 812 hakkında bilgi girilmemiş.

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