"As I fall, and you turn away.
You walk down corridors miles away from heart.
As I breathe, as I surrender...
I hear the sound of whispering.
Replace these veins, with these stomach aches
and butterflies that long to tear away.
Screaming, I'll tear out, I'll tear out,
I'll tear out your heart.With the lights out, I hope you never leave my side.I promise to leave my weapons left by the bedside.
As I breathe, as I surrender...
I hear the sound of whispering.
Replace these veins, with these stomach aches
and butterflies that long to tear away.
Screaming, I'll tear out, I'll tear out,
I'll tear out your heart.With the lights out, I hope you never leave my side.I promise to leave my weapons left by the bedside.
As you stand pressed up on the wall,
they march in outfit with lullabies that long to hurt us all.
they march in outfit with lullabies that long to hurt us all.
Now I'm your escape route, but I could be so much more".
PICKETT, Luke.
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