Skeleton Skies - My Crew

You keep breaking glass
With the understatement of someone who believes, that nothing was meant to last
Keep the world right there at your feet
To tell it I told you so that
One day I’d tell you I told you so
Well
You keep saving your own skin
Until the creeping fear of being found out is the last thing it still holds within
How does it feel to always be right
Whilst doing everybody else wrong
But if you do me wrong one more time I swear
Oh I swear I
You, you wanna mess with my crew
Well I think that you might find that death it will suit you
You, you wanna fuck with my blood
And now I’m under the impression your throat it needs a cut
Reasonable debates
Mutual appreciations and details of your unfortunate childhood tales
Won’t keep my head from loosing this shit now
What if I really wanna do you wrong
Oh boy, I really wanna do you wrong now
You, you wanna mess with my crew
Well I think that you might find that death it will suit you
You, you wanna fuck with my blood
And now I’m under the impression your throat it needs a cut
Just take of your glasses boy
I wouldn’t want to destroy
Your eyesight or vital organs
Or things my insurance won’t cover
And in regards to your mother, please send my apologies
I didn’t mean to suggest she would engage in sex
With her only son
You, you wanna mess with my crew
Well I think that you might find that death it will suit you
You, you wanna fuck with my blood
And now I’m under the impression your throat it needs a cut

Written by:
Moran Beeg

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