Ink Cartridge Funeral

Trapeze Artist
We've come full circle back and forth With the things that matter and the things that don't Stepping feet are fun until they run and I grieve, but my bloody Hands that won't wash off and I'm there to see this That the weapons of this size blew a hole of such unbelievable size When came the face of fear most flocked away They saw the face of fear and they all flocked away When I saw this face I was funktified, I wasn't so smart that day And so I fucked away To find you here you have enough inside to breathe, to fucking lie Till all your thought street signs were not this kind I took all of these classes on how to survive and how to crush your sole But then I lost the balls You try to tempt me away but I won't sway I won't sway that way But then I lost it when I fell off of the track and when I lost it I knew it was time to crash this party and crush your heart Crushed bodies don't flock Crushed bodies don't see Crushed bodies don't feel SongtexteCrushed bodies don't breath You had to break it, then I didn't fit You then asked what does this do, you stupid fuck This is where you'll find me my perfect place to be me Aus Songtexte Mania