Every stranger is hostile
Treat every step like it's gonna be your last
Well me too, I got something in my shoe
A drop feeds the fungus then amputation
When you speak I can't concentrate
They're behind you, I'm holding my knife in my hand
In my pocket
Bunkers in the backyard, turrets on the porch
C-4, and a blow torch
It's getting worse
The infection is growing up my leg
I was waiting for the end and the end found me sleeping in
Just cut it off
Be a man and cut it off
Why, why can I feel
Why can I feel it still
It's like the infection is in my head
It's all in my mind
Candles on a plain white cake and shrapnel on TV
She said it's good for information
The innocence of fantasy
Nah I say, Let's string them up and put roses over eyes
Follow me, but never blindly
Always question why
Ever so cautiously looking for placement
This is the first time I've been to the basement
The hostess brings water while I try to draw her
A mural of infinity
Thought you were God coming down
Terra.Sick - Bearhandguns Lyrics
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Every stranger is hostile
Treat every step like it's gonna be your last
Well me too, I got something in my shoe
A drop feeds the fungus then amputation
When you speak I can't concentrate
They're behind you, I'm holding my knife in my hand
In my pocket
Bunkers in the backyard, turrets on the porch
C-4, and a blow torch
It's getting worse
The infection is growing up my leg
I was waiting for the end and the end found me sleeping in
Just cut it off
Be a man and cut it off
Why, why can I feel
Why can I feel it still
It's like the infection is in my head
It's all in my mind
Candles on a plain white cake and shrapnel on TV
She said it's good for information
The innocence of fantasy
Nah I say, Let's string them up and put roses over eyes
Follow me, but never blindly
Always question why
Ever so cautiously looking for placement
This is the first time I've been to the basement
The hostess brings water while I try to draw her
A mural of infinity
Thought you were God coming down
Treat every step like it's gonna be your last
Well me too, I got something in my shoe
A drop feeds the fungus then amputation
When you speak I can't concentrate
They're behind you, I'm holding my knife in my hand
In my pocket
Bunkers in the backyard, turrets on the porch
C-4, and a blow torch
It's getting worse
The infection is growing up my leg
I was waiting for the end and the end found me sleeping in
Just cut it off
Be a man and cut it off
Why, why can I feel
Why can I feel it still
It's like the infection is in my head
It's all in my mind
Candles on a plain white cake and shrapnel on TV
She said it's good for information
The innocence of fantasy
Nah I say, Let's string them up and put roses over eyes
Follow me, but never blindly
Always question why
Ever so cautiously looking for placement
This is the first time I've been to the basement
The hostess brings water while I try to draw her
A mural of infinity
Thought you were God coming down
Writer: Terra.Sick
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid