Spilled a pint full of wrong words
You think a few would be right, right?
You chase my bitter spirit
Won't make my patter less dry
Give me that contact high
While angels sleep with broken spines
I watched my colours turn grey, man
Who gave you the chance?
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
And it tastes like self loathing
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
I've been holding my tongue too long
Through broken teeth and swollen lips
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
And maybe one day you'll realise that you're
Suffocating skeletons
The Loathing Video (MV)
Performed By: Belgrove
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Andrew Drew, Andrew Irvine, Craig Haggerty, Darren Coles
Belgrove - The Loathing Lyrics
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English
Spilled a pint full of wrong words
You think a few would be right, right?
You chase my bitter spirit
Won't make my patter less dry
Give me that contact high
While angels sleep with broken spines
I watched my colours turn grey, man
Who gave you the chance?
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
And it tastes like self loathing
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
I've been holding my tongue too long
Through broken teeth and swollen lips
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
And maybe one day you'll realise that you're
Suffocating skeletons
You think a few would be right, right?
You chase my bitter spirit
Won't make my patter less dry
Give me that contact high
While angels sleep with broken spines
I watched my colours turn grey, man
Who gave you the chance?
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
There's something on the tip of my tongue
And it tastes like self loathing
Don't suck the devil's dick
You won't get paid for it
Can't steal the clothes from my back
You know they wouldn't fit
There must be better ways to cry for help
Than think about me while you touch yourself
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
You can't stop the loathing
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
I've been holding my tongue too long
Through broken teeth and swollen lips
Keep kicking dirt into the hole
That you found me in
And maybe one day you'll realise that you're
Suffocating skeletons
Writer: Andrew Drew, Andrew Irvine, Craig Haggerty, Darren Coles
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid