| Shit City There was this boy from the city next to mine... I saw him from time to time the boy from the wrong side of the tracks? Was it only my eyes that your scratched? Got this little train wreck going on inside my head It's all screeching metal hot, cold, bent, It was my warm love you spent account overdrawn, maintenance low, the train leaves the tracks... The train speeds on there's no turning back Its all screeching metal hot, colt, bent, You take all, and give nothing You sick little prick, a user, an abuser... A lifeless little shit, hot, cold, bent... I think I finally hit, I hit the fucking wall. When the lies began to fall they fell and fell, until they surpassed all nothing left... everything exposed, hot, cold, bent... Love spent on lies, I hope you slowly die go back to shit city... Its where you belong, twisted and bent... Your sickness eludes you, your love an ill vent... |
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