Number of Lyrics in Album : 14
By Dead Poetic, Take these animals again,
And wrap your ropes around them.
Let the
By Dead Poetic, I’m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing,
And the
By Dead Poetic, She told me don’t let them in. You’re a copy
By Dead Poetic, Don’t fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain.
We
By Dead Poetic, I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in
By Dead Poetic, She’s a god in her own right. She dims the
By Dead Poetic, Feeling low, like I’m ready crack and slowly moving from
By Dead Poetic, You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the
By Dead Poetic, Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object
By Dead Poetic, Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She’s calm in the face,
By Dead Poetic, I'm only patient enough to please the masses for so
By Dead Poetic, In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands.
From
By Dead Poetic, To me, you were just dead weight.
A diluted filter blurring
By Dead Poetic, Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want