Underagers. Songtext
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Well all those stories on their pages
are outrageous, "underagers"
like to blog bout themselves.
I've seen em actin' all romantic
little bastards won't stop rantin'
they create their own hells.
with knife like eyes, i'll cut their lines
so i've decided...
to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easy
are outrageous, "underagers"
like to blog bout themselves.
I've seen em actin' all romantic
little bastards won't stop rantin'
they create their own hells.
with knife like eyes, i'll cut their lines
so i've decided...
to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easy
i'll part the seas, i'm tired and i'm truly uninspired
we are the waiting the remaining
brushed perfection on a painting
but we're often so false.
the clock keeps ticking then starts talking
about trippin' and pill poppin'
what the fucks going on?
with knife like eyes, i'll cut their lines
so i've decided...
to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easy
i'll part the seas, i'm tired and i'm truly uninspired
up, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.
up, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.
my, my hour has come, i hid clouds inside of my lungs.
my, my hour has come but i'm not leaving...
we are the waiting the remaining
brushed perfection on a painting
but we're often so false.
the clock keeps ticking then starts talking
about trippin' and pill poppin'
what the fucks going on?
with knife like eyes, i'll cut their lines
so i've decided...
to part the seas, i'm tired, i will make this easy
i'll part the seas, i'm tired and i'm truly uninspired
up, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.
up, up, up in smoke. you'll know when this is over.
my, my hour has come, i hid clouds inside of my lungs.
my, my hour has come but i'm not leaving...
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