Lowest Of The Low
Lowest Of The Low - The Last Recidivist songtekst
Je score:
I'm feelin' uptight hungry for the half light Taste it like a ceasefire, shocks me like a bare wire A premonition haunts me, lasciviously wants me. My skull so often taunts me, just like a house that haunts me I'm feelin' hard-pressed, breakin into cold sweats Thirsty for a deep breath, plummeting to my death On a kamikae mission, a sticky sweet affliction Some sordid kinda fiction, in love with your addiction whats the worst that could happen he intones while the blood drips from his hair and whats the sound of this passion i dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care i dont care anymore I'm on the short list, I'm the Last Recidivist I feel a certain discourse, gaining like a dark horse so wake the window leapers, all the winter sleepers Toast the kids in rehab, and put it all on my tab we'll fashion up some wax wings from balsa wood and kite strings of delicate dimension and dubious intentions above the sorrow and the pity, the suburbs of the city betrayed by every last call, this world's a fucking strip mall carved in cold embittered midnights a jagged scar of street lights we'll hurdle high and fall hard we'll wake up in the backyard