As Wichita Falls - The Murder | Текст песни

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Enjoy the taste of crimson gold,
dripping from your gorgeous teeth.
Those large deceitful points of pain.
The ones you devoured from me
The ones you scraped to the bone.
You’re nothing more than a metaphor.
You’re the sky that falls down around us.
The blackest blanket to my core.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is this just a dream
or am I forever a sleep.
You’re the killer in the closet, softly waiting for my return.
You’re the sting of the second before knowing we’re all gonna crash and burn.
The melancholy part of a Sunday evening.
Dry your eyes littlegoril, you’ve just killed a man
The serpent loves the way you scream.
Painting portraits with the blood that’s on your hands.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is this just a dream
or am I forever a sleep.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
To your mirror that’s hidden in your closet…
next to me…the killer.
Just this time
My blade is dull and my hands are weak.
From pulling your down
Learn to swim…or drown trying
smile pretty for the man in the mask.
It won’t hurt you…not one bit.
but then again…you never did.
Is she the killer
or am I the murderer.
Is this just a dream
or am I forever a sleep.


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