I Think They Lied - PLATE (feat. G4te)

Inhalation of a ghost
Pain and pleasure fills my lungs
And all these guns are pointed in my fucking mouth
Where'd the bullets go?
I washed them down with your requited love
So hold my hand don't die alone
Can't think straight it's these fucking ghosts
This goddamn fucking home
No
Look at your
Look down at your
Look at your plate
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate
My visions splitting now
I'm fucking seeing two of you
What the fuck did it do?
It poisoned the food
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the fucking room
Our faces turning blue
It's like we swallowed glue
Swallowed glue
My visions splitting now
I'm fucking seeing two of you
Two
What the fuck did it do?
Of
It poisoned the food
You
It must've happened when
I wasn't in the fucking room
Swallowed glue
Look down at your
You say it tastes great
I'll gladly debate

Written by:
Evan Gaskill, Sean Wall

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