Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vivian Weeks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't give a shit
I'm egoist
The apple falls far from the tree
They're throwing kitchen sinks
I smell the lies
I hear the sighs
I spit out teeth into your hands
And I don't understand
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells, we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love, it's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
My lines get fluffed
Don't give a fuck
The blood is warm upon my skin
Dizzy with endorphins
Don't let me breathe
Or I might think
These frays of friction sickening
Intoxicating me
When we hear the bell
When we hear the bell
When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love, it's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm in your head
Only bite me when
(Yeah!)
This isn't love, it's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
When we hear the bell
When we hear the bell
When we hear the bell, we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love, it's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
This isn't love, it's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
Written by: Vivian Weeks
