Bloody Future
Do you remember when they came?
Out from the shadows
I heard the chains
Give me the cut with the white knife
Lord I can smell the heat
I'm by your side
When I fall you shall cry
When you fall I shall die
If I wake up again
Arms ok
Hundreds of men
They all bring it back to '95
Me, I remember shit, still I'm all right
You are working those high heels so fine
Daddy must be proud when I take mine
Hits from the bong in my inner ears
Whisky in the bottle, holy tears
I love the scent of gasoline on the floor,
Coz I can't smell your pussy no more
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Now back again to that white noise
I don't practice what I preach
So do I have a voice?
I got the ringers in my ears
And what do you got?
Carrying fears?
You are a tired knot
I'm the cat she's the mouse
So I rip off her blouse
I got a beef with my nature
Saying she is too good for me
And I can't fight her hair
Ten snakes fucking with my family affair
I look back on the days
I'm deep in the maze
I'm selling water to a mill
While I shoe-gaze
My way out of here
Nobody's in there
Heal me now
Give me somethin' that I can spare
I'm sorry bank account I fell in love with her
Shoulders on your stick
Eyes on fur
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Bloody future he is near
Make it crystal fairy clear!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
And I'm not giving up
Come on!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Out from the shadows
I heard the chains
Give me the cut with the white knife
Lord I can smell the heat
I'm by your side
When I fall you shall cry
When you fall I shall die
If I wake up again
Arms ok
Hundreds of men
They all bring it back to '95
Me, I remember shit, still I'm all right
You are working those high heels so fine
Daddy must be proud when I take mine
Hits from the bong in my inner ears
Whisky in the bottle, holy tears
I love the scent of gasoline on the floor,
Coz I can't smell your pussy no more
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Now back again to that white noise
I don't practice what I preach
So do I have a voice?
I got the ringers in my ears
And what do you got?
Carrying fears?
You are a tired knot
I'm the cat she's the mouse
So I rip off her blouse
I got a beef with my nature
Saying she is too good for me
And I can't fight her hair
Ten snakes fucking with my family affair
I look back on the days
I'm deep in the maze
I'm selling water to a mill
While I shoe-gaze
My way out of here
Nobody's in there
Heal me now
Give me somethin' that I can spare
I'm sorry bank account I fell in love with her
Shoulders on your stick
Eyes on fur
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Bloody future he is near
Make it crystal fairy clear!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
And I'm not giving up
Come on!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
All these things you got on me
Let it go or let it be
Make some fire give me smoke
Hallelujah we shall choke
I lost the moon I couldn't stop
Counting stars
Not giving up
All these things you got on me
All those things you got!
Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Stenfatt Jensen
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