Black Coat
Throw on the black coat
Pop on scene
Tryna take a hit she smell the green
Look at my hands
Torn up from cutlery
Sick inside myself but run in back just in spite of me
Visions in my head fade to red feeling violent
Bruises on my chest swept into darkness
Wanna find hope but none is arriving
Grab my blade and we'll see how the night ends
I got no sympathy for you
I'm here to witness the horror
I'm with my people and we lookin for some trouble to start up
I heard your warning ignored it
Priorities are in order
That's when I told him
That he need to follow me that's an order
Cold blooded is how I bleed
The darkness is all I need
I look up into the mirror as my blood drips into the sink
I heard you think you run this city
Don't know what the fuck you mean
I been plotting for a while
Think it's time to step on the scene
Throw on the black coat
Pop on scene
Tryna take a hit she smell the green
Look at my hands
Torn up from cutlery
Sick inside myself but run in back just in spite of me
Visions in my head fade to red feeling violent
Bruises on my chest swept into darkness
Wanna find hope but none is arriving
Grab my blade and we'll see how the night ends
Pop on scene
Tryna take a hit she smell the green
Look at my hands
Torn up from cutlery
Sick inside myself but run in back just in spite of me
Visions in my head fade to red feeling violent
Bruises on my chest swept into darkness
Wanna find hope but none is arriving
Grab my blade and we'll see how the night ends
I got no sympathy for you
I'm here to witness the horror
I'm with my people and we lookin for some trouble to start up
I heard your warning ignored it
Priorities are in order
That's when I told him
That he need to follow me that's an order
Cold blooded is how I bleed
The darkness is all I need
I look up into the mirror as my blood drips into the sink
I heard you think you run this city
Don't know what the fuck you mean
I been plotting for a while
Think it's time to step on the scene
Throw on the black coat
Pop on scene
Tryna take a hit she smell the green
Look at my hands
Torn up from cutlery
Sick inside myself but run in back just in spite of me
Visions in my head fade to red feeling violent
Bruises on my chest swept into darkness
Wanna find hope but none is arriving
Grab my blade and we'll see how the night ends
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Mooney
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