The Pontiac Bandit

Oh god help me!
The trap has locked and I can't break free
I can feel the life
Draining from me
She's hooked our claws in
And this is all that's left of me
A bitter shell
A broken man caught in the struggle

She kicks me down as she puts on make up
I don't understand how I could of fucked this up

She's got her fingers
In all of my strings
Owning every move that I make
She is the anchor
That's dragging me deeper into the void
I'm not going alive!

I can't remember
How it feels in the light
You might as well build this coffin
And nail it shut

She's got her fingers
In all of my strings
Owning every move that I make
She is the anchor
That's dragging me deeper into the void
I'm not going alive!

She's got her fingers
In all of my strings
Owning every move that I make
She is the anchor
That's dragging me deeper into the void
I'm not going alive!



Credits
Writer(s): James Lane
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