
时间:2002-01-01
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Move into the grave that bares your name
My high is creeping but is it set in stone
We're both wasted but we're not going anywhere like this
So we'll see right through
For me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure
All in the taste of salt on your neck
Now I
Fall on the urge of taking it back
'Till I'm
Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
Dreaming
Of holding your head detached from the rest
Move into the grave that bares your name
This fuse left burning but now we're far too close
This fuse left burning but now we're fat too close
So we'll see right through
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears
So we'll see right through
All in the taste of salt on your neck
Now I
Fall on the urge of taking it back
'Till I'm
Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
Dreaming
Of holding your head detached from the rest
We won't believe in everything
We won't believe in everything
Let's sick from the guilt you spread
Lust sick in this moment We won't believe in anything
All in the taste of salt on your neck
Now I
Fall on the urge of taking it back
'Till I'm
Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
Dreaming
Of holding your head detached from the rest