ANABOLIC SPUDSMAN (THIQUE EDITION) (feat. Spencer Stewart & Will Ramos)-Bilmuri/Spencer Stewart/Will Ramos

歌手 : Bilmuri / Spencer Stewart / Will Ramos

专辑 : ANABOLIC SPUDSMAN (THIQUE EDITION) (feat. Spencer Stewart & Will Ramos)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:46

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TXT ANABOLIC SPUDSMAN (THIQUE EDITION) (feat. Spencer Stewart & Will Ramos)-Bilmuri/Spencer Stewart/Will Ramos 文本歌词

ANABOLIC SPUDSMAN (THIQUE EDITION) (feat. Spencer Stewart & Will Ramos) - Bilmuri/Spencer Stewart/Will Ramos

Lyrics by：John Franck/Will Carlson/Spencer Stewart/Catherine Bliemel/Laurel Clouston/Will Ramos

Composed by：John Franck/Will Carlson/Spencer Stewart/Catherine Bliemel/Laurel Clouston/Will Ramos

Weeeh

Want to let go loosen up my fingers

This thread won't hold

Another night a longer winter

I count my steps the glass below me

Runs through my feet

A longer cut is bleeding on me

Your arms are tired

From the dead weight

You try to hide it

I see it on your face

You blur me out

You hear the voices get too loud

They're screaming now

Wearing you down

What's in my head is pouring out

'Cause you ran out of stitches

The corners of your eyelids

Still half shut and cutting

Through the silence

I hate the way I pull you under

'Cause I should know better

I see it on your face you blur me out

You hear the voices get too loud

They're screaming now wearing you down

What's in my head is pouring out

'Cause you ran out of stitches

Made of wax

Was it meant to last

Voice of harm

Tears through my head

Calloused fingers

Keeping myself alive

Stuck in this gravity

A never-ending wound

Your arms are tired

From the dead weight

You try to hide it

Just to calm the silence

Your arms are tired

From the dead weight

You try to hide it

Just to calm the silence

You try to hide it

Just to calm the silence

I see it on your face you blur me out

You hear the voices get too loud

They're screaming bow wearing you down

What's in my head is pouring out

'Cause you ran out of stitches

Harm in my voices

Walking through late nights

Of soaking up a bleeding room

The strain on your fingers

When you hold my sadness

So afraid I'm hurting you