Skreamer
Skreamer - Bad Trip songtekst
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I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this fucker slip And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance How could I mistake deception and hate for Innocence? Will I let it slip? Or will I take this fucker down. Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the... Every laugh shared, every thought had, Every moment I want out All your bitching, all your lying, I'll pull those two words out your mouth You couldn't look in my eyes, When you said your goodbyes, That I could take Now you're spreading your lies, Eating shit with the flies, No more to fake Will I let it slip? Or will I take this fucker down. Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the ground.