Coffin Hunters
I'm still the same damn kid I was a year ago
Now instead of blacking out, scratch at the door, fingernails are gone
Deious one moment, worthless the next
Anxiety grips the heart of narcissus
Drag me deep
Where I can't see
Fill up my lungs
Fill my lungs up to the teeth
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Consulting with mountain goats, I've been thinking in prose
I've been feeling like Judas, Christ. I've been visiting ghosts.
We are the red sky, morning or night
Find shelter in our coming, godspeed in our delight
Gallow eyes, dead inside
Cut me open in hopes that I'm alive
Take the turn easy or else the bottle breaks
You were the one who told me broken glass won't be the same
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
Now instead of blacking out, scratch at the door, fingernails are gone
Deious one moment, worthless the next
Anxiety grips the heart of narcissus
Drag me deep
Where I can't see
Fill up my lungs
Fill my lungs up to the teeth
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Consulting with mountain goats, I've been thinking in prose
I've been feeling like Judas, Christ. I've been visiting ghosts.
We are the red sky, morning or night
Find shelter in our coming, godspeed in our delight
Gallow eyes, dead inside
Cut me open in hopes that I'm alive
Take the turn easy or else the bottle breaks
You were the one who told me broken glass won't be the same
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don't know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Give me the drugs
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Pray for us coffin hunters
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
Take your eyes off the gun
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Writer(s): Gator Shakes
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