This Is a Foreign City
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Well, if you get the feeling, then take some Adderall
A little death in your waking stall
And if you touch the ceiling, then that's your exit call
A little breath in your curtain call
There aren't enough drugs in the world to let me down slow
And the moment your fingers uncurl, you'll be starting to show
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Well, if your head is spinning, that's just the Rohypnol
A little death in your sleep comes for us all
This is a foreign city, and that's your exit call
A little breath of relief before the sun erodes
There aren't enough guns in the world to reap what I sow
And the moment your fingers uncurl, you'll be swimming for shore
You'll be swimming for shore
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
And if you're always feeling, then drown in ethanol
A little death in the night comes for us all
And when you see the ceiling, nothing to catch your fall
A little scent of decay and the Tylenol
There's not enough love in the world to grant me a soul
And the moment your fingers uncurl, I'll be stuck in a stall
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Well, if you get the feeling, then take some Adderall
A little death in your waking stall
And if you touch the ceiling, then that's your exit call
A little breath in your curtain call
There aren't enough drugs in the world to let me down slow
And the moment your fingers uncurl, you'll be starting to show
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Well, if your head is spinning, that's just the Rohypnol
A little death in your sleep comes for us all
This is a foreign city, and that's your exit call
A little breath of relief before the sun erodes
There aren't enough guns in the world to reap what I sow
And the moment your fingers uncurl, you'll be swimming for shore
You'll be swimming for shore
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
There's no life in a death squad, so get out while you can
And if you're always feeling, then drown in ethanol
A little death in the night comes for us all
And when you see the ceiling, nothing to catch your fall
A little scent of decay and the Tylenol
There's not enough love in the world to grant me a soul
And the moment your fingers uncurl, I'll be stuck in a stall
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Of Assault
Those glances are insincere. What's left of your cult
What's left of your cult
Sparking an instant fear of assault
Credits
Writer(s): Erick Sánchez, Steven Cook
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