hairpin
Give me a chance to return
Just once, I'll be dancing on your grave
When all your friends have long moved on
And I remember, remember something, something nothing
With my missing friends in the walls of that room
You can change your face, it won't erase that I know what you are
Hear me scream when I foam at the mouth, I'm a dog biting back
Don't cut yourself, any slack, cause at your core
Well I know, I know
Your heart
And I know that it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots
I don't wanna return, cause you're no fun
(No fun)
Oh I wrap my hands around, and I will crush the setting sun
And there's no grave, no tomb, as cold as growing old with you
Oh I know
You can change your face, it wont erase but I know what you are
Hear me scream when I foam at the mouth, I'm a dog biting back
Don't cut yourself, any slack, cause at your core
Well I know, I know
Your heart
I know it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots
So bury me deep in the scene of my memories
While the cast and the crew, they all slowly forget me
Sometimes I pretend that they're long dead or dying
So I can forgive them for not even trying
Fuck
And when you kill me, put the gun to my lips
Lay me out in the road
I saw an angel in black, I saw an angel in gold
And when the devil comes back, she'll make love to my bones
You are no angel in black, I'm no prophet of gold
Just once, I'll be dancing on your grave
When all your friends have long moved on
And I remember, remember something, something nothing
With my missing friends in the walls of that room
You can change your face, it won't erase that I know what you are
Hear me scream when I foam at the mouth, I'm a dog biting back
Don't cut yourself, any slack, cause at your core
Well I know, I know
Your heart
And I know that it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots
I don't wanna return, cause you're no fun
(No fun)
Oh I wrap my hands around, and I will crush the setting sun
And there's no grave, no tomb, as cold as growing old with you
Oh I know
You can change your face, it wont erase but I know what you are
Hear me scream when I foam at the mouth, I'm a dog biting back
Don't cut yourself, any slack, cause at your core
Well I know, I know
Your heart
I know it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots, it rots
So bury me deep in the scene of my memories
While the cast and the crew, they all slowly forget me
Sometimes I pretend that they're long dead or dying
So I can forgive them for not even trying
Fuck
And when you kill me, put the gun to my lips
Lay me out in the road
I saw an angel in black, I saw an angel in gold
And when the devil comes back, she'll make love to my bones
You are no angel in black, I'm no prophet of gold
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