| Eyedea & Abilities – By The Throat Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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line correction "My ribcage is now my own, still feels like your arms net clothed in salt" |
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| Eyedea & Abilities – Burn Fetish Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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some of this is wrong Here you guys go. (the fast part he does is hard to distinguish) But after slowing it down in an audio editor, i believe i pinned it. ---- Teeth marks on the skin The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him We like the feel of blood and fat drippin' of our gums She likes to talk directly down the barrel of her gun Learnin' to perfect the ancient art of die or rape You've always been so warm and calculated I owe you a thanks Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes The grass is always greener on the other pesticide Tell em' presence kept with the message shed its infectious high Was for me to know and you to find..Guilty The almighty praise adrenaline, such an underwhelming thrill Where there's a will there's a wake Burn me at the stake Who the hell am I tryin' to fool I'm a fool I feel so fake One last goodbye before I take my 45 Shoot a hole in the sky, rip it open And climb inside. Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me X2 Tie me down till my sweet nothin's sour I screwed up tryin' to squeeze 65 minutes from an hour Outnumbered by such a large amount No wonder why we lost the battle, the counterculture can't count Welcome to my ..private hell There's no one to fight now enjoy myself Rather drown than ask for help I wish I was someone else Mister Perfect, misconstrued Lead the way, follow through Probably hate me, I do too You're so much like me I feel sorry for you But I think you're pretty, pretty sure You will profit you will get hurt Ate my words they taste like dirt I'm only ashamed because I know what it's worth Find my comfort, inside blame Shove my pride back down my face My worst habits wakin' up at least once a day Balance barefoot on a needle heaven's just a jump away Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me |
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