Something's Cursed - All Your Patron Saints

Break me down to my bones
I fell asleep on my own for the first time in forever
Pray to all of your saints
Say goodbye, we’ll be late to your funeral march
And it’s so easy to feel alive, when you’re drowning on your own
I’ll make sure to wish you luck and let you go
You and all of your patron saints, they talk about nothing now
Screaming out loud as they breathe in my ear, tell me now
It’s so easy to feel alive when you’re screaming in my trunk
I slit your wrists and tied you up, screaming "whoa"
You and all of your patron saints, they talk about nothing now
Screaming out loud as they breathe in my ear, tell me now
It’s so easy to feel alive when you’re screaming in my trunk
I slit your wrists and tied you up, screaming "whoa"
You and all of your patron saints, they talk about nothing now
Screaming out loud as they breathe in my ear, tell me now
It’s so easy to feel alive when you’re screaming in my trunk
I slit your wrists and cut you up, screaming whoa
I cut you up

Written by:
Carlo Fabiani

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