Silian Grail
Some things come to me pretty easily
My specialities include ligatures, cutlery
Blisters breaking on my latex
Got a taste for metal and sharp objects
I don't have a grip, don't have composure
If I feel like lashing out, it's fucking over
If the cards align we just might get to dance
If you have regrets, then now's your chance
Flying high burnt my wings like icarus
Bitch in my attic eyes black like licorice
Cut a lover up blue blood, I'm sippin' it
Brunch in the belly of the beast I'm rippin' up
I got a morgue in my basement
'Cause I'll kill your local rapist
Now the only thing I know is silian grail and bone
Fleshy bits and organs
Breakfast at the morgue
And I'm on a strict diet of mimosas and some gore shit
Huey Lewis chainsaw through the door shit
Real quick, cut her up on the slab, fed a little to my dog call her dexter's lab
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
I don't have a grip, don't have composure
If I feel like lashing out its fucking over
If the cards align we just might get to dance
If you have regrets, then now's your chance
My specialities include ligatures, cutlery
Blisters breaking on my latex
Got a taste for metal and sharp objects
I don't have a grip, don't have composure
If I feel like lashing out, it's fucking over
If the cards align we just might get to dance
If you have regrets, then now's your chance
Flying high burnt my wings like icarus
Bitch in my attic eyes black like licorice
Cut a lover up blue blood, I'm sippin' it
Brunch in the belly of the beast I'm rippin' up
I got a morgue in my basement
'Cause I'll kill your local rapist
Now the only thing I know is silian grail and bone
Fleshy bits and organs
Breakfast at the morgue
And I'm on a strict diet of mimosas and some gore shit
Huey Lewis chainsaw through the door shit
Real quick, cut her up on the slab, fed a little to my dog call her dexter's lab
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you up for breakfast
Do you wanna be, wanna be next bitch
Victim, yeah I'll eat you out for breakfast
I don't have a grip, don't have composure
If I feel like lashing out its fucking over
If the cards align we just might get to dance
If you have regrets, then now's your chance
Credits
Writer(s): Austen Ballard
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