We kill kill kill just to feel so good now
We turn heads with every tiptoe
Your silence is just what we need
A backpack packed with bad intentions
A well-pronounced unfinished sentence
It keeps keeps them constant guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Question loud
I feel the static dripping on my lips
But you... you love how it tastes
If every bomb were a bubble
And every soldier a saint
Then what would be our struggle
And what would be our name
Punkowski - Transmission 004: Blood Barber Lyrics
Punkowski - Transmission 004: Blood Barber Lyrics
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We kill kill kill just to feel so good now
We turn heads with every tiptoe
Your silence is just what we need
A backpack packed with bad intentions
A well-pronounced unfinished sentence
It keeps keeps them constant guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Question loud
I feel the static dripping on my lips
But you... you love how it tastes
If every bomb were a bubble
And every soldier a saint
Then what would be our struggle
And what would be our name
We turn heads with every tiptoe
Your silence is just what we need
A backpack packed with bad intentions
A well-pronounced unfinished sentence
It keeps keeps them constant guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Guessing now
Question loud
I feel the static dripping on my lips
But you... you love how it tastes
If every bomb were a bubble
And every soldier a saint
Then what would be our struggle
And what would be our name
Writer: Man Orange
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