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(アルバム: Winter & The Wolves - 2014)


[Verse 1:]
I don't believe in cutting corners
Own it like a scar on the face
Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place
Not really the one to give God praise
But if you've got the gospel, then tell me how it tastes, halleluiah
Biting on the bullet for strength
I'm a long distance runner sucker, I'm in it for length
It's not a matter of whether or not you can play
But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make a statement
Lay it down, separate the men from the mice
Another body under halogen lights missing it's life portrait
What the hell would make you think that you could judge another person
For loving something so much it hurts their stomach, huh?
Living by the blood in my neck
With a bulls-eye tatted on the back of my head
I never spoke it how they want it to be said
So they left me for the winter and the wolves

[Chorus:]
Tear me into shreds, rip me into bits
Tear another page out, punch me in the ribs
I can smell the poison on your lips
Whatever it is, I be willing to bet
They wanna get inside my head, tell me how it is
Sitting in a tower with a rifle and a list
I can see the razor on your lips
Whatever it is, I be willing to bet
You shoulda held your breath

[Verse 2:]
I don't believe in sitting down
Take it like a knife in the back
You burnt out into nothing after striking a match
I never been the type to follow the pack
So if it's true, you got the answers, then why the hell you so mad then?
Another Holy Ghost-laid script
Clipped the wings off of my words and buried the shiv
They wanna pick apart the passion in my ribs, I invite them
Cause I don't run away from shit, lay it out
Separate the guns and the flowers
The minutes that go into all these hours
And I bet if you were given a smidgen of just the tip of the iceberg I've had to struggle with
You wouldn't act so sour, but maybe not
Living off the fruit of my stress
With a size 12 boot heel stepping on my chest
Didn't do it how they wanted it to end
So they threw me to the winter and the wolves

[Chorus x2]

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