Suicide

Through fields of origin
The shy bird no longer dares to sing

It's just a suicide
It's like a surprise

And by a pure orgasm
The girl no longer points the finger at him
Fear and suffering are such
That there is a smell of napalm in the air
And a lonely fallen angel
To give up his white wings

It's just a suicide
It's like a surprise

It's like ink running through my skin
The needle goes deeper into it
And now I can cry
Without being singled out
Die in new sheets
Hanging on that plaid skirt



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Benitez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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