Thrill Kill US - Take It Up With God (feat. Aaron Kidder)

In bereft land
the serpents cry lingers
Where the water meets his blood
What he sought seeped into his veins
He sought warmth too much (Wrong way)
Birthdays were the worst days
The grass was never greener
Birthdays are the worst days
Physical form was abandoned
Depleted of his energy
Indulge the inevitable
With a fixation to the illicit
Put down the fucking needle
Before you're put in a six-foot grave
No more smiling faces
You'll be another waste of space
My thoughts are beneath me
Incapable of dwelling in the present
Your hands full of fate
I swat at the death you ate
Birthdays were the worst days
How the fuck was I supposed to know
That I'd have to let you go
You didn't even have the decency
To step up
And say goodbye before you fucking left me
How could you do this to me
You stupid god damn junkie
The poison cut deep into your psyche
I should have known that you'd never fucking change

Written by:
Aaron Kidder, Isaac Hylton, Johnny Ortiz, Kevin Bruning Jr, Sean Bearhope, Simon Mariante

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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