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Knife Fight

don't look don't look so horrified i preserve with formaldehyde nobody likes their body cold i doll up and my bodies sold can't say i like this from the

Try to stab me, motherfucker. You can't hit what you can't see. All these lights are blinding me. Let's go. Let's do it, you sack of shit. Try to kill

I am vibration like the sun. The Earth the moon the chosen one Until a thousand wars are won. Our battles rage til we are done An inclination

I smell the shit and piss I swear i found my equal A gutter philosopher He's not clean, He's from the streets But his words are holy to me He narrates

It's a quiet resort to the dead So will you stay here with me? Those quiet calls from home So lost and so alone We are just fine, as anyone would be Four

'It's getting late.' she said. She touched my face, 'Lets stay out late as we can.' Drive around the lake just a little too fast, my eyes on the lights

They say, "truth cuts like a knife" and, "the tounge is a double edged sword" Tell me, which blade is bigger Which blade will win the fight Plug in to

it follow me There is no chance I fear it seems so hopeless I like to see that You give and take back As I still bleed from the knife in my back Lines

Oversættelse: Og The Sky Gik Red. Sidste sommer har jeg iscenesat et Knife Fight.