Zebrahead

Zebrahead - Brixton lyrics

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		Started off as I fall in a ball of flame burning out on your sentiment

It's all in vain

Shot your 44. caliber

Words with aim

You mighta killed the heart but you left the brain

Devastated and I hate it see your eyes are insane

Gray and dissipate buiolding just like rust on a chain drained

Dislocated echo in the things you say

You might have killed the heart but you left the brain

Your words are making me sick

No more lies

Enough with your rhetoric, whoa-oh

What do you got to hide?

Whoa-oh

You're dead inside

What a wonderful lie

Don't you feel alive?

Whoa-oh

What do ya got to hide?

Whoa-oh

You're dead inside

What a wonderful lie

Don't you feel alive?

Cut away

Cut it all away now

Cut me off

At the pass, as OI hydroplane

Crashing down from your promises, all were fake

Shot your 44. caliber

Words with aim

You mighta killed the heart

But you left the brain

Formulated and I'm fated to withstand the pain

Wave of generated conscience from the edge of a blade

Feigned and fabricated echo in the things you say

You might have killed the heart

But you left the brain

Switch all the lights off

Tell me what you want from me

Take my time and my energy

Turning you heart off

Come about so easily

It's not enough

But it's plenty

Bleed in the black out

You said you'd be there for me

Now you're gone and we're history

Screaming you lungs out

Say you want what's best for me

Give it up

You abandoned me

		


		
		
		

		
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Language: English

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