Will Hurt More Than Promised
Just passing by
Super "creenage" monster
Nothing underwired high
Put the stick inside you
Anything will pass you by
Legging in, in
And now you know it wasn't the scream that death made
To suffocate the living, or the legs that we tamed
T-t-t-tonight's the time where all those wings
Will be stolen
Open those knees
At least the pain is really controlled
Yeah
Why bleeding so high
Little teenage incest
Even though you're made of, ho
Put the lick on one chest, oh man
Picking bitter leeches, and with fight
I'm gonna taste it
Just grinding lives
Limping "C" age keepers
Even if your world could stitch into mine
Who's to say I want you
For your teething flies
It'll hurt more than
Who's to say they want you
Who's to say I want you
For your teething flies
And now you know it wasn't the scream that death made
To suffocate the living, or the legs that we tamed
T-t-t-tonight's the time where all those wings
Will be stolen
Open those knees
At least the pain is really controlled
While this sound can't create some worship vein
None of it could beat the middle finger egg
To life itself
Preventing what is wrong will always be chained high
And what feels right will always hurt more than promised
They will never say they're sorry
Super "creenage" monster
Nothing underwired high
Put the stick inside you
Anything will pass you by
Legging in, in
And now you know it wasn't the scream that death made
To suffocate the living, or the legs that we tamed
T-t-t-tonight's the time where all those wings
Will be stolen
Open those knees
At least the pain is really controlled
Yeah
Why bleeding so high
Little teenage incest
Even though you're made of, ho
Put the lick on one chest, oh man
Picking bitter leeches, and with fight
I'm gonna taste it
Just grinding lives
Limping "C" age keepers
Even if your world could stitch into mine
Who's to say I want you
For your teething flies
It'll hurt more than
Who's to say they want you
Who's to say I want you
For your teething flies
And now you know it wasn't the scream that death made
To suffocate the living, or the legs that we tamed
T-t-t-tonight's the time where all those wings
Will be stolen
Open those knees
At least the pain is really controlled
While this sound can't create some worship vein
None of it could beat the middle finger egg
To life itself
Preventing what is wrong will always be chained high
And what feels right will always hurt more than promised
They will never say they're sorry
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Mecomber
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