Jet Fuel Chemistry - Thumbscrew

Cry
Cry if the vice becomes too tight carrying this
Lie
Lie to yourself, you'll make it right
Aren't you tired of watching me leave
Summon me back but you'd never believe
There was a better way out, no,
I should stay and take it all night
Like I ever gave a shit about your spiteful slights, twisting knives
What a butcher you must've made in your other lives
Spit your black salt in the wounds you opened
Call your bullshit healing, numb the feeling,
Wake me when the sense arrives
Beautiful surface to a terrible, terrible depth
You don't believe in guilt, I don't believe in regret
No better off embracing the cold
than surviving beside you
Heat always under threat
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a Bad Shout
Agony is just a point of view
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a bad shout
Deafened by the turning of the screw
Still caught in the middle
Where I found love
You gave me a little
But not enough
Trespassing under starglow, moonlight
Everything seems far too bright
We spent too long inside
I just need a scissors and the follow-through to cut off my strings
First sterilise them coz she uses em for clipping the wings
Thumbscrews tightening until I break
I can't shake the ache
Slithering with the snakes is more than I can take
Cry
Cry if the vice becomes too tight
Carrying this
Lie
Lie to yourself, you'll make it right
Acts of contrition are what you want, and the violence haunts
The ground we buried our parents in escaping taunts
Hold my reins I can't resist the sound of the edge
What a long way down
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a Bad Shout
Agony is just a point of view
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a bad shout
Deafened by the turning of the screw
Tell me honey does it feel right
Running red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a Bad Shout
Agony is just a point of view
Do you like when I suffer?
The archetype of a martyr,
so carry your cross and put your back into it,
back hyprocite,
Black as the book
Fuck you
What a cunt
What a parasite
Revelations, insights to incite
Jealousy, Apathy, Anarchy,
Shit's gotta fluctuate
Keep me unstable for as long as you can,
That's a plan if you wanna be guiltless
Anybody else would never
take the bait, carry the weight
Never gonna get the plot as fast you can make it up
I know the pain won't stop, but I gotta stay right,
Runnin' red lights
Tell me
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a Bad Shout
Agony is just a point of view
Tell me honey does it feel right
Runnin' red lights
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a bad shout
Go ahead and turn the screw
Cry
Cry if the vice becomes too tight
Carrying this
Lie
Lie to yourself, you'll make it right
Acts of contrition are what you want, and the violence haunts
The ground we buried our parents in escaping taunts
Hold my reins I can't resist the sound of the edge
What a long way down

Written by:
Dan Cusack, Lorcan Macken, Stephen Cannon

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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