Kimo Songtext
Mind controlling, I find a hole in everything you claim to believe in
You thought that I was the type to shut up my mouth and do what you say and
Maybe you were just sitting, thinking, I was just the type to get the engine ticking
Now you’re at the bottom I’ve been dying to know captain how you feel now your ship is sinking
I, should have got you when I had the fucking chance!
Manipulator, fucking faker
Sorry am I in your way?
I can’t excuse myself enough
You thought that I was the type to shut up my mouth and do what you say and
Maybe you were just sitting, thinking, I was just the type to get the engine ticking
Now you’re at the bottom I’ve been dying to know captain how you feel now your ship is sinking
I, should have got you when I had the fucking chance!
Manipulator, fucking faker
Sorry am I in your way?
I can’t excuse myself enough
I didn’t mean to come and fuck it up!
Do you hear me now?
Listen close, shut your fucking mouth
You’ll always know that
I, could have got you when I had the fucking chance!
I, I should have got you when I had the fucking chancе!
Go tell yourself that the problеm was me
But we all know you’re a filthy blood sucking disease
Cut off the cancer!
Two faced clown, monumental disaster
I’ve been praying you’ll be found where the pigs are grazing
I've been dreaming, of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No-one there to hear you choking
I've been dreaming, of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No-one there to hear you choking
Do you hear me now?
Listen close, shut your fucking mouth
You’ll always know that
I, could have got you when I had the fucking chance!
I, I should have got you when I had the fucking chancе!
Go tell yourself that the problеm was me
But we all know you’re a filthy blood sucking disease
Cut off the cancer!
Two faced clown, monumental disaster
I’ve been praying you’ll be found where the pigs are grazing
I've been dreaming, of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No-one there to hear you choking
I've been dreaming, of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No-one there to hear you choking
