Poacher´s Pride
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
So is this my fate?
While i die i bite my nails
I squeeze the juice of my brain to see what's in my head
I'm clinically insane
It's a fact, I'm not ok
Practically a rotten skeleton walking on the free way
I tie the laces of my vans
Because I don't wanna fall
In the well of your lies
Call me crazy i don't really mind
I know what I see
It's impregnated in my eyes
Sometimes a little crazy for your vanity
Daytime dreaming, i can not resist
My redness are scratches from my insanity
Romanticizing my tragedies into comedy
My Blood pressure is slow
I'm not surprised, I always fall
I'm Out of zone, i don't feel the sun
I am a rotten rose that lies in the fog
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
So is this my fate?
While i die i bite my nails
I squeeze the juice of my brain to see what's in my head
I'm clinically insane
It's a fact, I'm not ok
Practically a rotten skeleton walking on the free way
I tie the laces of my vans
Because I don't wanna fall
In the well of your lies
Call me crazy i don't really mind
I know what I see
It's impregnated in my eyes
Sometimes a little crazy for your vanity
Daytime dreaming, i can not resist
My redness are scratches from my insanity
Romanticizing my tragedies into comedy
My Blood pressure is slow
I'm not surprised, I always fall
I'm Out of zone, i don't feel the sun
I am a rotten rose that lies in the fog
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
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