Defenestrate

You should have taken the stairs.
Stepped on the wrong toes, subject for cut throats
You've gone and got tempers flared
Feel the blood flowing, heart pounding in your head
Your cards have been showing
Time to fold that bluffing hand

I have the shotgun heres the window seat
Let's see you solve this one before you hit the street

Waitied patient again

The caterpillar will emerge from its cocoon
The night will always carry the stars
There's things in the dark
That can't hold a candle, to the beast feeding in your heart

I have the shotgun, heres the window seat
Let's see you solve this one, before you hit the street (Before you hit the street)
Still say it's not your fault
So blame somebody else
You brought this on yourself
You do this to yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Crooker
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