Gasoline
Suicide notes are sang in poetry
Why would I mind a part of me?
One, two, three, here comes the cavalry
Tearing apart our colony
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Terminal cells in constant symmetry
Let it all out you're made to please
On your knees in dead artilleries
Buried alive in magazines
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Why would I mind a part of me?
One, two, three, here comes the cavalry
Tearing apart our colony
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Terminal cells in constant symmetry
Let it all out you're made to please
On your knees in dead artilleries
Buried alive in magazines
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Forget it, I said it, the storm in the attic
A static, an addict, another way to panic
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Throw me gasoline (whoa) and Ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Pour me gasoline and ambiens
Your words salt the seas (whoa) and arteries
Front towards the enemies
Our cultures full of businesses
Oh, well
Credits
Writer(s): Justin James Hayward-young, Seung Joo Lee, Tim Randolph, Wooseok Kim
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