Ants

Ooo I'll be your voice
I'll be conscience, baby
When you have no choice
Ooo I'll be your saint
I'll be the poison, darling
Flowing through your veins
Ooo I'll be your voice

I'll be conscience baby
When you have no choice
Ooo I'll be your fame
I'll be the reason, darling
You don't know your name

Through these walls, I run
Cool New Zealand Sun
So when you pull your gun
I will long be gone

Through these walls, I run
Cool New Zealand Sun
So when you pull your gun
I will long be gone



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Tellett, Guy Anderson
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