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Your Killing me
03:24
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I’ve got to admit you’ve infected my mind
Staring at your lips thinking about things intertwined
I wouldn’t say in good I wouldn’t say I’m bad
I’ve done somethings I wouldn’t say out loud
I don’t like to be part of the crowd but I would like to be alone with you now
Got me laughing like a kid I’ll be howling for your skin
I’m a little bit dark but I can always let the light in
Rips in your jeans think of my hands in your hair, I wish I didn’t care
Conjuring an unhealthy amount
Just want to hear my words in your mouth
Keep back your killing me, your style is like a symphony
Think my mind has fled my body
Can’t control what’s controlling me
No matter what I try, I’m going down like asteroid speed
Keep back your killing me
Under my skin
Like a layer of sin
Don’t need to be saved, I can dig my own grave
Spanner in the works but it works so well well oiled machine I can tell
Don’t bother me
Unless I can be your detainee
Keep back your killing me, your style is like a symphony
Think my mind has fled my body
Can’t control what’s controlling me
No matter what I try, I’m going down like asteroid speed
Keep back your killing me
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2. |
The Devil Sure Knows
02:36
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Give me anything to take me out my head
Waking up at 4am sweating in my bed
You could probably tell me that I’m letting fear control me
And I’m getting played by my own insanity
I don’t give a shit if your talking about me
I’m kind of busy being tangled in his sheets
I’ve been drinking too much and letting people down
I don’t give a fuck if my head don’t inside your crown
I’ve been in the dark spitting features, getting stuck in quick sand
I know hell I’ve been taking the wrong roads
But the devil sure knows how to follow the line, it’s real good fun at the time
I want to lose all sense of control, so my lack doesn’t make me dissolve
The devil sure knows
Drain me and give me some clarity
I’ve not spoke anything positive in weeks
Cover me in sugar so I’m sickly sweet
Outer coated so I can bury it down
I’ve been in the dark spitting features, getting stuck in quick sand
I know hell I’ve been taking the wrong roads
But the devil sure knows how to follow the line, it’s real good fun at the time
Want to lose all sense of control, so my lack doesn’t make me dissolve
The devil sure knows
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3. |
Acid
02:36
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Is this what people do
Have you done what I’ve done
Working through my issues
Trying not to run
I won’t cry, not tonight
Why does it feel like acid acid acid like I can’t stand my own skin it’s peeling peeling
What if I wasn’t in my right mind, my own mind wasn’t mind
Why does it feel like acid
Burning bridges
Sleeping with matches
If this is ever lasting
Let my veins run dry
I could be high but I’m the bad guy
Why does it feel like acid
Like I can’t stand my own skin it’s peeling peeling
What if I wasn’t in my right mind, my own mind wasn’t mind
Why does it feel like acid acid
What if I wasn’t on my right mind my own mind wasn’t mind
Why does it feel like acid
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4. |
Ride or Die
02:32
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It Comes in Waves Peterborough, UK
It Comes in Waves is an Alternative/Blues/Pop solo artist from Peterborough.
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