Missile Society - No Reply

Falling off a fading envy
Calling on a saint to protect me
Cutting sleeves of nothing
Running dry this endless river bank
Do or die, no reply from the melody
Slit my wrists and decline all the misery
Like a pill in the thrill of sobriety
Here's to anxiety, here's to anxiety
Left to die in the street, born in agony
It's the thrill of the kill that she wants from me
Left my guts and my keys in the driver's seat
Keys in the driver's seat, blood in my memory
Born like a bastard on the fourth of July
Stinging eyes, a vision, now I sit in the light
I stumble home with a prayer and knife
Hope to hell that someone knows how to set me right
Born like a martyr on the tenth of tonight
Shiver like a beggar who's been clean all his life
I fall asleep with a prayer and knife
Hope to hell that someone knows how to set me right
You belong to me, I believe
You belong to me, misery
Do you feel like it's all you can see
Can you tell how it tortures me
Do or die, no reply from the melody
Slit my wrists and decline all the misery
Left my guts and my keys in the driver's seat
Keys in the driver's seat
Blood in my memory
You belong to me, I believe
You belong to me, misery
Do you feel like it's all you can see
Can you tell how it tortures me
Calling on a saint to protect me
Cutting sleeves of nothing
Running dry this endless river bank

Written by:
Albert Hartley, Steph Fabiani

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