Guns and Knives
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don't break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business
All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don't break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don't break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business
All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don't break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business
Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find
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Writer(s): Nicholas Stephen Moon, Tom Lowe
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