tablefourteen and SIDECOH - STRIKETHREE

Speak to the reaper when I cannot sleep
All of these demons are haunting my dreams
All of the secrets I'll never repeat
Cos I know that I'll suffer my silence in peace
Living in hell we should wait for a purge
Bury the populace down in the dirt
Trapped in a cage, no faith, all urge
Take to your face, melee, get burned
Pussy boy talk
Huh?
Pussy boy wanna act tough
Yeah, yeah
Give no fucks
Yeah
Pussy boy pull up get fucked
Aye Aye
Let 'em bust
Aye
Pussy boy meet my Glock
Yeah, Yeah
Then we run
Yeah
Pussy boy turned to a corpse
Aye, Aye
Feel that rage
None of my old friends had that faith
Now I do lines in a blacked out wraith
Always so numb 'til im making plays
Only feel life when I hit that stage
Found my release
I might abuse it just like all my substances
All of that stress turning into relief
I'm at the top of my game
I'm afraid that I'm losing it
Pussy boy talk
Pussy boy wanna act tough
Till he's circled by that chalk
Blade still bloody
Im chinking flesh
And my brains gone fuzzy
Been drinkin meths
Blacked out lost a week
But i heard your circus
Lost a freak or three
Strikes i start to slaughter neeks
And turn safe houses to murder scenes
I'm a god you little fuckers my disciples
Watchin every move I make, I feel your fucking eyeballs
Whole lotta demons, when the night falls
Cutthroat crew, full of psychos
I might take your life bro
Speak to the reaper when I cannot sleep
All of these demons are haunting my dreams
All of the secrets I'll never repeat
Cos I know that I'll suffer my silence in peace
Living in hell we should wait for a purge
Bury the populace down in the dirt
Trapped in a cage, no faith, all urge
Take to your face, melee, get burned

Written by:
George Harrison, Sidney Cox

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