Skull
• Written by unholypetras
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satan's baby outtake.
Thoughts fill a train, come around and crush my skull.
Once the devil's there, you gotta sell your soul.
Running for my life, baby I'm out of control.
Yuh.
Cut the line between us, committing this crime.
This wise man said, "You can make it in life, you just gonna climb.".
But how can I make a deal, when the tension is hotter than the summertime?
And I know we didn't age well like fine wine.
But I'll make sure it stays like that, till the end of time.
So don't come back around anytime.
I guess my heart's made out of plastic, cause you make it easy to break.
I try to get back up and walk, but you shake my ground and cause an earthquake.
Thoughts fill a train, come around and crush my skull.
Once the devil's there, you gotta sell your soul.
Running for my life, baby I'm out of control.
And when the devil's gone, so is your soul.
Yuh.
I'm easily grounded, but also easy to break.
Once you've messed up, there's no other chance, no retake.
I should thank you, for who I've become.
Oh, one day I got a vision.
That I'm happy, living in a kingdom, I just had to find the one.
But I guess love ain't for everyone, no.
I guess my heart's made out of plastic, cause you make it easy to break.
I try to get back up and walk, but you shake my ground and cause an earthquake
Thoughts fill a train, come around and crush my skull.
Once the devil's there, you gotta sell your soul.
Running for my life, baby I'm out of control.
How did I ever become so aggressive?
I thank you, for making me so devilish.
Cause life is to cherish, you gotta live it up.
Now, my life is being swallowed in a cup.
Thoughts fill a train, come around and crush my skull.
Once the devil's there, you gotta sell your soul.
Running for my life, baby I'm out of control.
You gotta sell a soul, crushing my skull.
I'm out of control.
Running for my life, yeah I'm out of control.
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unholypetras
Member since February 3 2021