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