Svedjenaeva - Sick Boy

We killed our queen and shook her dry, sold her sister to the street
A table for two, the devil and I - should we hear him out this time?
It's just a murder of crows down on the street - back home it's just you and me
A smell of incel wounds, I hear the cracking in the scenery

Good times, I should have known now just to call her and ask how
Sick boy I see it in your eyes - what you dare not show

It leaves a sour taste in my mouth to be around what we have done
The cold winds it tells me the story of our souls
O - hidden clues we sware to you - and save it for a while
Children come out dance, on this grave that will be mine

Good times, I should have known now just to call her and ask how
Sick boy I see it in your eyes - what you dare not show

Good times, I should have known now just to call her and ask how
Sick boy I see it in your eyes - just just another sick, sick boy
Good times, I should have known now just to call her and ask how
Sick boy I see it in your eyes - just just another sick, sick boy

Written by:
Johan Ejerblom

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