[00:00.000] 作词 : Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jeremy Klein/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
[00:22.870](Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
[00:25.880]Swear to God
[00:26.710]I never really know how to feel
[00:29.070]About the blood
[00:29.900]Forever spilling upon the seal
[00:32.050]It's not enough
[00:33.040]To amputate, hoe we gotta heal
[00:34.760]Don't fold up
[00:35.570]Voices, they get a hold inside your skull and say
[00:36.980](Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[00:38.140]Swear to god
[00:39.680]I never really know how to feel
[00:41.670]About the blood
[00:42.580]Forever spilling upon the seal
[00:44.930]It's not enough
[00:45.830]To amputate, hoe we gotta heal
[00:47.680]Don't fold up
[00:48.560]Voices, they get a hold inside your skull and say
[00:51.420]Hold up, had me geeking from the jump
[00:54.770]Hold up, try and catch me if you want
[00:57.720]Soda fountain how I sweeten all the blood
[01:00.360]Mud mask in a tub, blood bath all my subs, blegh
[01:04.200]Folded, I found it sad that you gave up
[01:07.570]Noticed how I backed you from day one
[01:10.740]Choking back all the salt, where's the rub
[01:13.260]Pepper spray by the trade
[01:14.960]Bare face for the young cub
[01:17.210]Hey oh!
[01:17.590]**** up my life
[01:18.130]Just take notes
[01:18.720]I know they wanna watch that pain grow
[01:20.280]Slow mo
[01:20.720]Prey gotta duck these halos
[01:21.930]Dunno what the **** you want, just say so
[01:23.440]So-so, **** your little rap, that's lame prose
[01:25.030]Dodo, why you so dumb, you a lame hoe
[01:26.790]Throat goat hoe brain dummy, I stain clothes
[01:28.290]Loco con queso these pesos
[01:29.490]Grimmy never gonna go broke again
[01:31.160]Don't think so
[01:32.760]Yo-Yo Ma's lil' cousin Nepitiz
[01:34.530]Ain't fake though
[01:35.840]No no
[01:36.440]I can't hear one god damn thing you say though
[01:39.120]No show, if we don't get those paid shows
[01:40.570]Bolt throw, every single track we maim YAH
[01:42.380]Well, your father will shrivel up and die
[01:44.100]If dinner isn't ready when he gets home
[01:45.940]Walkin' towards the edge
[01:47.000]With a blindfold on my pathetic skull
[01:49.170]First I tried to grab the air
[01:50.560]And then I tried to let it go
[01:52.270]It makes no difference in the end
[01:53.870]With what you think you know
[01:55.130]When it comes to reaping
[01:56.100]Only hope is what you tried to sow
[01:57.930]10 men
[01:58.800]Red Dead
[01:59.720]Aren't you glad you're not yellow bellied off a gangrene bean
[02:03.430]YEA
[02:04.040]Wind pipe
[02:04.740]It's closed tight
[02:05.610]He couldn't breathe
[02:07.060]Blueberry skin
[02:07.780]Draped in violet dreams
[02:08.660]He'll never sleep
[02:10.090]Die
[02:13.270]Tried everything, I won't survive tonight
[02:16.450]I can't seem to find my reason to live
[02:19.990]I got nothing to love and I cut my ties
[02:22.340]Bloody handles from the blood of the ghost
[02:24.520]I'm broken, sick of all the talking, need a lot just to cope
[02:27.520]I'm crying out for the fallen
[02:30.580]You see me coughing on cobwebs, I leave 'em coughing on smoke
[02:34.370]Hold up, had me geeking from the jump
[02:37.540]Hold up, try and catch me if you want
[02:40.760]Soda fountain how I sweeten all the blood
[02:43.350]Mud mask in a tub, blood bath all my subs, blegh
[02:47.240]Folded, I found it sad that you gave up
[02:50.400]Noticed how I backed you from day one
[02:53.760]Choking back all the salt, where's the rub
[02:56.010]Pepper spray by the trade
[02:57.670]Bare face for the young cub

作词 : Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
作曲 : Jeremy Klein/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Swear to God
I never really know how to feel
About the blood
Forever spilling upon the seal
It's not enough
To amputate, hoe we gotta heal
Don't fold up
Voices, they get a hold inside your skull and say
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Swear to god
I never really know how to feel
About the blood
Forever spilling upon the seal
It's not enough
To amputate, hoe we gotta heal
Don't fold up
Voices, they get a hold inside your skull and say
Hold up, had me geeking from the jump
Hold up, try and catch me if you want
Soda fountain how I sweeten all the blood
Mud mask in a tub, blood bath all my subs, blegh
Folded, I found it sad that you gave up
Noticed how I backed you from day one
Choking back all the salt, where's the rub
Pepper spray by the trade
Bare face for the young cub
Hey oh!
**** up my life
Just take notes
I know they wanna watch that pain grow
Slow mo
Prey gotta duck these halos
Dunno what the **** you want, just say so
So-so, **** your little rap, that's lame prose
Dodo, why you so dumb, you a lame hoe
Throat goat hoe brain dummy, I stain clothes
Loco con queso these pesos
Grimmy never gonna go broke again
Don't think so
Yo-Yo Ma's lil' cousin Nepitiz
Ain't fake though
No no
I can't hear one god damn thing you say though
No show, if we don't get those paid shows
Bolt throw, every single track we maim YAH
Well, your father will shrivel up and die
If dinner isn't ready when he gets home
Walkin' towards the edge
With a blindfold on my pathetic skull
First I tried to grab the air
And then I tried to let it go
It makes no difference in the end
With what you think you know
When it comes to reaping
Only hope is what you tried to sow
10 men
Red Dead
Aren't you glad you're not yellow bellied off a gangrene bean
YEA
Wind pipe
It's closed tight
He couldn't breathe
Blueberry skin
Draped in violet dreams
He'll never sleep
Die
Tried everything, I won't survive tonight
I can't seem to find my reason to live
I got nothing to love and I cut my ties
Bloody handles from the blood of the ghost
I'm broken, sick of all the talking, need a lot just to cope
I'm crying out for the fallen
You see me coughing on cobwebs, I leave 'em coughing on smoke
Hold up, had me geeking from the jump
Hold up, try and catch me if you want
Soda fountain how I sweeten all the blood
Mud mask in a tub, blood bath all my subs, blegh
Folded, I found it sad that you gave up
Noticed how I backed you from day one
Choking back all the salt, where's the rub
Pepper spray by the trade
Bare face for the young cub