Tablefourteen, SIDECOH - STRIKETHREE lyrics

Speak to the reaper when I cannot sleep
All of these demons are haunting my dreams
All of the secrets I'll never repeat
Cos I know that I'll suffer
My silence in peace
Living in hell we should wait for a purge
Bury the populace down in the dirt
Trapped in a cage, no faith, all urge
Take to your face, melee, get burned

Pussy boy talk (HUH?)
Pussy boy wanna act tough (YEAH, YEAH)
Give no fucks (YEAH)
Pussy boy pull up get fucked (AYE, AYE)
Let 'em bust (Aye)
Pussy boy meet my Glock (YEAH, YEAH)
Then we run (YEAH)
Pussy boy turned to a corpse (AYE, AYE)
Feel that rage
None of my old friends had that faith
Now I do lines in a blacked out wraith
Always so numb 'til im making plays
Only feel life when I hit that stage
Found my release
I might abuse it just like all my substances
All of that stress turning into relief
I'm at the top of my game
I'm afraid that I'm losing it

Pussy boy talk pussy boy wanna act tough
Till he's circled by that chalk
Blade still bloody im chinking flesh
And my brains gone fuzzy been drinkin meths
Blacked out lost a week
But i heard your circus
Lost a freak or three
Strikes i start to slaughter neeks
And turn safe houses to murder scenes
Im a god you little fuckers my disciples
(aye) watchin every move I make
I feel your fucking eyeballs
Whole lotta demons, when the night falls
Cutthroat crew, full of pschyos
I might take your life bro

Speak to the reaper when I cannot sleep
All of these demons are haunting my dreams
All of the secrets I'll never repeat
Cos I know that I'll suffer
My silence in peace
Living in hell we should wait for a purge
Bury the populace down in the dirt
Trapped in a cage, no faith, all urge
Take to your face, melee, get burned