Текст песни Dance Gavin Dance - Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2
Dance Gavin Dance - Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2 слова песни
Текст песни Dance Gavin Dance - Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2
Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you homeI'll stop the world 'cause this plan is slowWait across the street in the parking lotThe tree is dead, the front door is locked The moments I framed have cracked and crumbledGrabbed us by the throat then I choked and stumbledThis will never work, this will never work( )Check my pulse as I swallow dirtI'm cutting myself with my own morals I never meant to write about you(I never meant to write about you)The one contact that I loved so much But passing my own heartWhat could possibly be within? Do you think about your actions?Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)The dullness of existence(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)The dullness of existence(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)And I have no sympathy for this He needs somebody else to leech off of(Somebody else to leech off of)The one contact that I loved so much But passing my own heartWhat could possibly be within? Do you think about your actions?Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? (Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)The dullness of existence(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)The dullness of existence(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)Prescribed the throat, I need the antidoteIt's fucking mind over matterPrescribed the throat, I need the antidoteIt's fucking mind over matterPrescribed the throat, I need the antidoteIt's fucking mind over matterPrescribed the throat, I need the antidoteIt's fucking mind over matterMy concepts are restedAnd manifest in ways you can't forgetMy concepts are restedAnd manifest in ways you can't forget(My concepts are rested)If you're gonna wear the uniformYou better sell the cookiesDon't come to my house asking for a handout(My concepts are rested)If you're gonna wear the uniformSell the fucking cookiesDon't come to my house...