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Vendetta Red - Shatterday lyrics
Our days are numbered 6-6-6 and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus somewhere in these cryptic scriptures I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday we're going down These masculine memories are morose Your kerosine company is comatose Our days are numbered 3-2-1 And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun Somewhere in these violent volumes I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday we're going down These masculine memories are morose Your kerosine company is comatose And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting carving out your own I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday we're going down These masculine memories are morose Your kerosine company is comatose |
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