Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Blindspott, Surrounded by four walls, they cave in on you
Spend some
By Blindspott, You despise the things I know
And you think I don't,
By Blindspott, Skin like nicotine
She was dressed to kill for me
Flesh cut
By Blindspott, (Ready? Now go)
Hate is a gift, its sick and twisted
There's
By Blindspott, You are all part of this now
Someway, somewhere, or somehow
Your
By Blindspott, (And now, for my next number, I'd like to return
By Blindspott, Sometimes when you lose your head
When you get upset, we're
By Blindspott, If I hired you out and put your soul on
By Blindspott, Does it upset you, to see where I lay
And tell
By Blindspott, (Try not to panic, try not to panic)
Born and
By Blindspott, I dislike your cool
And I dont think much of you