As my lips kiss the floor
Blood stains internal war
Footprints upon the door
Sit back as I unplug myself
I'm sorry but my mental healths not starry... life staring myself
As I take this lead roll and this story unloads....
Everybody go grab a body and bring it to the floor
All your vices and all your fices they don't mean shit no more
All your shadows the whisper wallows the wallowing to show
All the bad shit your force of habit to start off at zero...
THEY GOT YOUR THROAT...
What you want is it love is it lust if you never get it now will you get it in a rush like?
Real shit I don't know what I want but I get what I got and I'm living in a rush like
Havoc I've been living life in havoc
Maverick f*ck the rules I established cut clean from a different type of fabric
Break loose see the face in the static
HUSH
All of these people they mean you no evil they just wanna see you unplug
The mark of the beast the blood on your feet your stuck like a stick in the mud
The snake in the sheets is slithering sleek he's waiting for you to give up
So why not give in? Repent for your sins? Why not just give into us?...
I feel waisted... I feel waisted over too
All these faces... I don't which one imma choose
All these statements... all from the casualties of you
I feel wasted... but everybody's wasted over too
So it's alright
Hollow Sinatra - Pippin Lyrics
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As my lips kiss the floor
Blood stains internal war
Footprints upon the door
Sit back as I unplug myself
I'm sorry but my mental healths not starry... life staring myself
As I take this lead roll and this story unloads....
Everybody go grab a body and bring it to the floor
All your vices and all your fices they don't mean shit no more
All your shadows the whisper wallows the wallowing to show
All the bad shit your force of habit to start off at zero...
THEY GOT YOUR THROAT...
What you want is it love is it lust if you never get it now will you get it in a rush like?
Real shit I don't know what I want but I get what I got and I'm living in a rush like
Havoc I've been living life in havoc
Maverick f*ck the rules I established cut clean from a different type of fabric
Break loose see the face in the static
HUSH
All of these people they mean you no evil they just wanna see you unplug
The mark of the beast the blood on your feet your stuck like a stick in the mud
The snake in the sheets is slithering sleek he's waiting for you to give up
So why not give in? Repent for your sins? Why not just give into us?...
I feel waisted... I feel waisted over too
All these faces... I don't which one imma choose
All these statements... all from the casualties of you
I feel wasted... but everybody's wasted over too
So it's alright
Blood stains internal war
Footprints upon the door
Sit back as I unplug myself
I'm sorry but my mental healths not starry... life staring myself
As I take this lead roll and this story unloads....
Everybody go grab a body and bring it to the floor
All your vices and all your fices they don't mean shit no more
All your shadows the whisper wallows the wallowing to show
All the bad shit your force of habit to start off at zero...
THEY GOT YOUR THROAT...
What you want is it love is it lust if you never get it now will you get it in a rush like?
Real shit I don't know what I want but I get what I got and I'm living in a rush like
Havoc I've been living life in havoc
Maverick f*ck the rules I established cut clean from a different type of fabric
Break loose see the face in the static
HUSH
All of these people they mean you no evil they just wanna see you unplug
The mark of the beast the blood on your feet your stuck like a stick in the mud
The snake in the sheets is slithering sleek he's waiting for you to give up
So why not give in? Repent for your sins? Why not just give into us?...
I feel waisted... I feel waisted over too
All these faces... I don't which one imma choose
All these statements... all from the casualties of you
I feel wasted... but everybody's wasted over too
So it's alright
Writer: Marcus Townsend
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid