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A Quiet Place

 

A Quiet Place

(álbum: Wither - 2018)


I come from a quiet place
We make no sound
We slip up they might come around
No fight
No flight
We freeze on sight
A breezey night tonight
We might just die
If we're not silent
Timing just right when I light it
Stalk like a lion
Talking for mindless
Walk a thin line
This is how we pass the time

Run mother fucka' run
No sunlight to save you
Fun times before the strike came
And death is imminent
And I'm petrified a little bit
Destined to be dead
In my bed where I rest
The test I guess
Never expected less
Probably a pestimist
At a time like this

Cold as I write this
Soul is ice I roll the dice
Come out alive if not we tried
Everything that we could
But it wasn't effective
Maybe a different direction
We're nothing if we can't protect them
Maybe we're worthless
Maybe we're searching
For the wrong answers
Wipe the canvas
I can hear them in the forest
Roaring their chorus
Sound the siren no place to hide in sight

I come from a quiet place
We make no sound
We slip up they might come around
No fight
No flight
We freeze on sight
A breezey night tonight
We might just die
If we're not silent
Timing just right when I light it
Stalk like a lion
Talking for mindless
Walk a thin line
This is how we pass the time

Pull up with a pump
Click clack clip I dump
5.56 bye bye time up
Shot two times
Tonight we die
Beside the rifles that we hide
No fucks given
Too bad ending
Push to the limit and we never gonna end it
Blood on the linen
Got mud in the dinner
Moped up in the prison

Imma pull up with a pump
Click clack clip I dump
5.56 bye bye time up
Shot two times
Tonight we die
Beside the rifles that we hide
No fucks given
Too bad ending
Push to the limit and we never gonna end it
Blood on the linen
Got mud in the dinner
Moped up in the prison

Imma pull up with a pump

hecho

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