moore from ∙rec by Zsa LaFine

Assessing the debt

Riding high in the mess

Roll me up in the batter

Again and again

.

Needling hooks

of the frail girl that looks

and she travelled so far

youd be rude not to book

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Youre so frightened and fancy

Boil for lancing

Binding it up

Ok just cos im dancing

.

Overhead panic

Dramatic conclusions

Im so fucking tired

Of these unhinged delusions

.

Ur so deep in pocket

Im finding it weird

Its actually creepy

The mongering fear

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Take your hand off me

Your finders out

Its actually nasty

How you go about

.

Burning up time

Burning out patience

I thought we were here

To commit to the aces

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I cant stand the noise

You put in my head

I don’t know those people

The stories are dead

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I tried to walk past this

But somehow you knew

Digging a grave

And id rather exume

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[chorus]

And this is what you do

Civilian panic

Low level shiver

Bats in the attic

Swirling words

Misdeeds of the lost

Hurling feeds

Gathering dust

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Single pass ticket

Riding to die

Games about tricking

And which drug to try

.

Lazy and weak

Dead on your feet

I guess it makes sense

Destroy and delete

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Well be dancing forever

On a cloud in my head

I just cant remember

Quite what was said

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I bet youll rewrite me

Into the witch

Into the demon

So very unhinged

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Wicked she was

How she wanted so much

She expected id stop

She thought that id budge

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So it all goes

Ill rember the rose

And that tine in the lounge

Without any clothes

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I didn’t want this

That final backhand

All I expected was

What time you'd land

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[chorus] x2

• Electronic
• goth
• hip hop
• pop
• Sydney