Day of the Dead

Survival is so overrated
All you get is a pain in the neck
I think I'd rather succumb to a bite or a scratch
Lay back, let the red do the rest

Just gimme your heart
And I'll trade you my soul
Just gimme those eyes
And I'll show you the world

I, I wanna make you, I wanna make you mine
I crave you but I fucking hate you too
Day of the dead, bang your head
You're so damn pretty I could eat your smile
I wanna break you, I wanna make you mine
Make you mine

Now comfortably numb I'm free
Free from you, free from this
In fact this life would be close to ecstasy
If I didn't want you inside of me

Just gimme your heart
And I'll trade you my soul
Just gimme those eyes
And I'll show you the world

I, I wanna make you, I wanna make you mine
I crave you but I fucking hate you too
Day of the dead, bang your head
You're so damn pretty I could eat your smile
I wanna break you, I wanna make you mine
Make you mine

Full blown miracle, made to feel minuscule
With this burden that we bare
Fuck it all, we don't care
Full blown miracle, made to feel minuscule
With this burden that we bare
Fuck it all, we don't care
Full blown miracle, made to feel minuscule
With this burden that we bare
Fuck it all, we don't care
Full blown miracle, made to feel minuscule
With this burden that we bare
Fuck it all, we don't care

I, I wanna make you, I wanna make you mine
I crave you but I fucking hate you too
Day of the dead, bang your head
You're so damn pretty I could eat your smile
I wanna break you, I wanna make you mine
Make you mine



Credits
Writer(s): John Per Emil Bengtsson, Robin Joergen Sebastian Sjunnesson, Karin Axelsson, Nathan Biggs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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