Last Strike
Don't enter that chasm
Pull back the punches, that'll last 'em
Kill him like a poacher who
Ate his prey without any tools
I mean this when I say you are mine
Selfish pride, 'why can't I take you?'
That's no lie
Should've been there, now I can't burn your hair
Know your location, can feel it deep within
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
I mean this, crumpled my system
Selfish pride, you're gonna meet him
Is it coming? I'd never let you
Know the hole, middle of your temple
I mean this when I say you are mine
Selfish pride, 'why can't I take you?'
That's no lie
Should've been there, now I can't burn your hair
Know your location, can feel it deep within
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
It's not real, you know
It's not real, you know
Your path will not lead you to another night
Horrifying, caught me lying down, what a sight
This might be the last strike for me
Pull back the punches, that'll last 'em
Kill him like a poacher who
Ate his prey without any tools
I mean this when I say you are mine
Selfish pride, 'why can't I take you?'
That's no lie
Should've been there, now I can't burn your hair
Know your location, can feel it deep within
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
I mean this, crumpled my system
Selfish pride, you're gonna meet him
Is it coming? I'd never let you
Know the hole, middle of your temple
I mean this when I say you are mine
Selfish pride, 'why can't I take you?'
That's no lie
Should've been there, now I can't burn your hair
Know your location, can feel it deep within
Tired of you, jet lag can make you a fool
Nose split in two, culling through
This might be the last strike
This might be the last strike
It's not real, you know
It's not real, you know
Your path will not lead you to another night
Horrifying, caught me lying down, what a sight
This might be the last strike for me
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Writer(s): Christian Guerrero, Gael Gonzalez, Zenen Delgado
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