Under a Knife
Cut throat
Psycho optic cyber attack
Blood born
Crybaby under a rack
He wouldn't think twice
Under a knife
But that's his life
He's worn
Torn tattered splattered and dry
Sun dyed
Wouldn't even blink or think twice
And those eyes
Couldn't tell the day from the night
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Be bored
Fucking little shit headed twat
Recourse
Read it from the back of a knot
Mean whore
Look at how the years have gone by
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Clean tone
Slack to kick it back with a bro
Neat rope
Looking mighty temping alone
He's thrown
Putting up the finger he's
A Gun shark
Not leaving till he's making his mark
A Cat king
Climbing up the sap of a tree
Life's dream
Germination last living things
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Psycho optic cyber attack
Blood born
Crybaby under a rack
He wouldn't think twice
Under a knife
But that's his life
He's worn
Torn tattered splattered and dry
Sun dyed
Wouldn't even blink or think twice
And those eyes
Couldn't tell the day from the night
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Be bored
Fucking little shit headed twat
Recourse
Read it from the back of a knot
Mean whore
Look at how the years have gone by
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Clean tone
Slack to kick it back with a bro
Neat rope
Looking mighty temping alone
He's thrown
Putting up the finger he's
A Gun shark
Not leaving till he's making his mark
A Cat king
Climbing up the sap of a tree
Life's dream
Germination last living things
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
My baby couldn't help but fall for the spell
Can't say that you coulda shoulda wished em well
But lately it's taking all the sun from your arms
Credits
Writer(s): The Goons
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