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I Set My Friends On Fire X Berried Alive - PURÉE EVIL
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Caswell
Charles Caswell
Songwriter
Kaylie Danielle Caswell
Kaylie Danielle Caswell
Songwriter
Matt Atif Mehana
Matt Atif Mehana
Songwriter

Lyrics

Picture me
Giving a fuck, 'cause I can’t
Wait, tear the world apart
Don’t save me at all
For the sake of the night
Hold the princess tight
Will I see your face in the morning?
I don’t really think so, black holes are forming
Chief of neurosurgery, leave the rosary home
Angels sing in half time in a slightly evil tone
What do you think about when you’re alone?
Ever think about leaving home?
What a waste, what a waste
What a waste, a beautiful face
Discouraged and you don’t think you’re deserving
Stomach turning, when you find the truth there’s no unlearning
In a perfect place, in a perfect place
No matter what happens, you've got to hang on
If I insist this invidious
Lookin’ at Hades like damn, I’m Odysseus
You taste like pity, oh wow the bitterness
She’s not so innocent, she’s carnivorous
A name I can’t even mention
Wrapped in chains, I hang in suspension
I own the rights to all your expression
Bound by blood, I complete the collection
Let me die, set it straight
Don’t look at the palm of my eye
Picture me
Giving a fuck, cause I can’t
Wait, tear the world apart
Don’t save me at all
Don’t fear the dark
There’s, there’s nothing in replace of it
There’s nothing on the face of it
Chief of neurosurgery, leave the rosary home
Angels sing in half time in a slightly evil tone
What do you think about when you’re alone?
Ever think about leaving home?
What a waste, what a waste
What a waste, a beautiful face
Disturbing, do everything you can but nothings working
And I’m learning when you lose your way there’s no returning
To a perfect place, to a perfect place
Pay the price now, on thin ice now
I wonder if I’ll ever be the same
Saw it coming, the ancient drumming
I think I’m starting to like the pain
Never really was a repeater
I’ve always wanted something new in life
Was a problem for Julius Caesar
Twenty-three stab wounds, fuck those guys
Written by: Charles Caswell, Kaylie Danielle Caswell, Matt Atif Mehana
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