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Acheron
03:03
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2. |
Body Language
03:03
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What's on your mind
Don't be polite
I can give you what you want
Let your eyes rest on mine
Do you like playing dirty
Don't care if you hurt me
Cuz I'm way too numb but obssessed with the feeling of
Faking it to feel like love
Faking it to feel like
We're so damn above the ground
Breathe you in and breathe you out
We built an altar in the clouds
Let me lay you down
Your body language on me
Tells me to be unholy
I'm not religious but
You got me speaking in tongues
I hope God's not one to judge
That I can make you
Confess your sins to me
Just be quiet when you scream
I bet you thought you'd never say
The words you've written on your face
But you talk in your sleep
So just bite your cheek
Don't need your voice just your tongue
All over me
We're so damn above the ground
Breathe you in and breathe you out
We built an altar in the clouds
Let me lay you down
Your body language on me
Tells me to be unholy
I'm not religious but
You got me speaking in tongues
I hope God's not one to judge
That I can make you
Confess your sins to me
Just be quiet when you scream
I can tell
You kinda like it
I don't think
We need to hide it
It feels good
When we don't fight it
I'll be gone
Before the night ends
I can tell
You kinda like it
I don't think
We need to hide it
It feels good
When we don't fight it
I'll be gone
Before the night ends
Your body language on me
Tells me to be unholy
I'm not religious but
You got me speaking in tongues
I hope God's not one to judge
That I can make you
Confess your sins to me
Just be quiet when you scream
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3. |
Holy
02:48
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Enemy at my door
And I can't hold for long
I'm reaching out for someone, oh for someone
I can trust
You say you got my back
Then why'd I stand alone?
Watch you slowly turn the key
And offer up my bones
Holy, Holy Judas are you listening to me?
Will you betray the closest thing you had to family?
And Holy, Holy Judas when the blood runs down the tree
Will you betray the closest thing you had to family?
Holy
The closest thing you had to family
Holy
The closest thing you had to family
I'd never sell my own
For you it's natural
To wear a mask of innocence
until you've won it all
I hear a distant drum beat
I know they're coming for me
The only way they'd know I'm here
Is from the smoke you've blown
Holy, Holy Judas are you listening to me?
Will you betray the closest thing you had to family?
And Holy, Holy Judas when the blood runs down the tree
Will you betray the closest thing you had to family?
Holy
The closest thing you had to family
Holy
The closest thing you had to family
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Hello passerby
It's nice to see you smile
Cuz I just can't bring myself to
And I've tried yeah I've tried so
I let it slip right by
No one to see me cry
I guess I'm stuck here with myself
and all I feel is
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
Like a bird with a broken wing, its feathers caught in the wind
I keep falling, and falling
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
If life is an open wound, and I don't recover soon
Then I'm already dead
Already dead
Already dead
I'm bleeding out of time
And judged for crimes I don't commit
I'm losing all my senses as I drift away
I never felt so calm
I ask for peace as I go numb
Is this the last time I spill blood?
Cuz
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
Like a bird with a broken wing, its feathers caught in the wind
I keep falling, and falling
This pressure around my neck, it's like a guillotine
Pretend that I'm okay, it's fucking killing me
If life is an open wound, and I don't recover soon
Then I'm already dead
Already dead
Already dead
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Black cards
Fast cars
What's life worth
If we all wanna be stars?
Obsessed
It's dark
Everything we do just makes us fall apart
I'm not tryna you won't make it
All your friends, they say, "Just fake it"
I guess I'm tryna say, "You won't make it"
All your friends, they say
Why we gotta act like we're perfect?
Pretending that we are isn't worth it
Nothing these days breaks the surface
What's the purpose? (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh, maybe we're royalty (Royalty)
And this is the price we pay
And if we are royalty
Then the devil's just a king without a
Crown
Crown
Crown
Cheap thrills
It kills
Me, but I guess that I like how it feels
I'm out of luck
The clock is ticking and I don't give a fuck
I'm not tryna you won't make it
All your friends, they say, "Just fake it"
I guess I'm tryna say, "You won't make it"
All your friends, they say
Why we gotta act like we're perfect?
Pretending that we are isn't worth it
Nothing these days breaks the surface
What's the purpose? (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh, maybe we're royalty (Royalty)
And this is the price we pay
And if we are royalty
Then the devil's just a king without a
Crown
Crown
Crown
Crown
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What does the poem of a killer say
When it's written in the blood of the prey?
When does the holy water become so dark
We cannot see?
I'm writing letters to myself again
Just to go and get them out of my head
Was it real or just pretend
Dear God, were you even my friend?
I'm just another who's lost the cause
Now is it too late to rectify?
So here we go into the night
Lost in the dark of my own mind
I don't wanna fight it, I feel out of place
Wastеd in the violence, sick insidе my brain
The words slip from my tongue
Like the poem of a killer
What does it say?
Like the poem of a killer
I lost my way
What does the poem of a killer say?
Deliver me from the sinner's fate
'Cause my soul is too gone to save
If we live, but we live in vain
Then death is the only escape
I break the mirror just to see myself
Looking back and seeing somebody else
I don't wanna ask for help
There's too much beauty in this hell
I'm just another who's lost the cause
Now is it too late to rectify?
So here we go into the night
Lost in the dark of my own mind
I don't wanna fight it, I feel out of place
Wasted in the violence, sick inside my brain
The words slip from my tongue
Like the poem of a killer
What does it say?
Like the poem of a killer
I lost my way
What does the poem of a killer say?
There's a chair that has your name
In the paradise of flames
In the depths a grand display
Take a seat, you're here to stay
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