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(альбом: Anon. - 2018)


Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in second hand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke
Biting down hard on my tongue
Till I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

You're killing me
I'll take you down for free
You don't deserve to breathe
But here I am, here I am, still hearing you speak
Because I've had enough
I've gotta shut you up
'Cause you've said too much


Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in second hand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke
Biting down hard on my tongue
Till I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

'Cause you're killing me
I'll take you down for free
You don't deserve to breathe, but here I am
Here I am, still hearing you speak
Because I've had enough
I've gotta shut you up
'Cause you've said too much

'Cause you've said too much
'Cause you've said too much

Biting down hard on my tongue
Till I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs

I'll set your world on fire
You've cut the wrong damn wire
My good sense is gone, and I'm cutting you
Cutting you down from your throne
I'm blacking out
Going down and I'm not taking prisoners
I can cut you down on my own
Going down and I'm not taking prisoners
I can cut you down on my own

Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in second hand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke

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