My body's a lost cause
This dope is a lace job
I'm in search of a piss pot
I'm twisted in so many knots I can't count
This is far more revenge-based
A nose bleed on a game face
Tell me everything's ok
What would you pay to waste the love of your life
If I started this then I'd never stop
We begged all the gods of left hemispheres
The urgent nature of a suicide creature and artistic features just looking for help
Inside a surgical restroom we faced a common perversion
Enamored by dead skin
What would you pay to waste the love of everyone you knew
There's blood on the motor
There's blood in the water
And I tongue kiss a mouth sore
When I speak of my father and the work he wanted most
The Lexington Cure - This Is What Killed Tennessee Williams Lyrics
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My body's a lost cause
This dope is a lace job
I'm in search of a piss pot
I'm twisted in so many knots I can't count
This is far more revenge-based
A nose bleed on a game face
Tell me everything's ok
What would you pay to waste the love of your life
If I started this then I'd never stop
We begged all the gods of left hemispheres
The urgent nature of a suicide creature and artistic features just looking for help
Inside a surgical restroom we faced a common perversion
Enamored by dead skin
What would you pay to waste the love of everyone you knew
There's blood on the motor
There's blood in the water
And I tongue kiss a mouth sore
When I speak of my father and the work he wanted most
This dope is a lace job
I'm in search of a piss pot
I'm twisted in so many knots I can't count
This is far more revenge-based
A nose bleed on a game face
Tell me everything's ok
What would you pay to waste the love of your life
If I started this then I'd never stop
We begged all the gods of left hemispheres
The urgent nature of a suicide creature and artistic features just looking for help
Inside a surgical restroom we faced a common perversion
Enamored by dead skin
What would you pay to waste the love of everyone you knew
There's blood on the motor
There's blood in the water
And I tongue kiss a mouth sore
When I speak of my father and the work he wanted most
Writer: Alex Fruch
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