| Sonny Moore – Mora Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Fix the lyrics, These are the correct ones: Take a step off of that silver bird from your planet, And you brought a little bit of that cold with you, Now ring me out like you would your bastarding father, And you're so quick to stick to that scum - Hungry like a piranha (oh). Swallow a little of that sea, Now taste a little bit of that salt in me, Throw up a little of it on your knees, Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning? Before you poured your elements away (away), Now sink back to the bottom of it all. Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret, Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert, Lay flat under the lime light, you feed off of the fiction, A cold callus and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands. Kiss your son, now kiss your bible, No one ever wanted to see your face. Swallow a little of that sea, Now taste a little bit of that salt in me, Throw up a little of it on your knees, Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning? Before you poured your elements away (away), Now sink back to the bottom of it all. You're sinking, you're sinking. Swallow a little of that sea, Now taste a little bit of that salt in me, Throw up a little of it on your knees, Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning? Before you poured your elements away (away), Now sink back to the bottom of it all. Before you poured your elements away, Now sink back to the bottom of it all. |
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