Dusty June Songtext
Reminded of a wolf in sheep's clothing
Ripping apart ay the corpse of a lady in red who can only be saved by a single cigarette
(You can try but he is blind in another man's eyes)
You're a spring that never sprung, a "walk" when I've been told to run
You are all of the words that I can speak of the uses of a gun
Your three options are as follows, friend: leave, get away or get gone.
Too many fallen from lyrics of songs, and too much pretending you're right when you were wrong
I'm burying your body and I'm burying your song
I'm burying the pleasantries because they've gone on for too long
I've never been one to care for the careless
This is the sound of your life falling apart, don't you tell me that I live in the dark. I have these stones between my toes to prove I have no soul. I've been blinded by the children's art. The fake, the fake, the fake. I love so many things, so many things that have no meaning. They take it try you so very hard. The individual, we can breakdown who we are. And it makes me feel like we are the only ones designed only to bring ourselves to justice when we have a substance in us that makes us question everything. But we live in a world where everyone questions us. We were not designed to be controlled. We were not designed to be controlled. I have these stones in my heels to prove I have no soul anymore. For any part of me. How wrong was I? How wrong? How wrong was I? I am a whore for justice. Someone smite me.
Ripping apart ay the corpse of a lady in red who can only be saved by a single cigarette
(You can try but he is blind in another man's eyes)
You're a spring that never sprung, a "walk" when I've been told to run
You are all of the words that I can speak of the uses of a gun
Your three options are as follows, friend: leave, get away or get gone.
Too many fallen from lyrics of songs, and too much pretending you're right when you were wrong
I'm burying your body and I'm burying your song
I'm burying the pleasantries because they've gone on for too long
I've never been one to care for the careless
This is the sound of your life falling apart, don't you tell me that I live in the dark. I have these stones between my toes to prove I have no soul. I've been blinded by the children's art. The fake, the fake, the fake. I love so many things, so many things that have no meaning. They take it try you so very hard. The individual, we can breakdown who we are. And it makes me feel like we are the only ones designed only to bring ourselves to justice when we have a substance in us that makes us question everything. But we live in a world where everyone questions us. We were not designed to be controlled. We were not designed to be controlled. I have these stones in my heels to prove I have no soul anymore. For any part of me. How wrong was I? How wrong? How wrong was I? I am a whore for justice. Someone smite me.
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