| Dance Gavin Dance – Pounce Bounce Lyrics | 14 years ago |
|
(What’s it like to be a marble?) (Did I get something in your eye?) (She’s a referee, and I’m lethally) (Overdosed on pumpkin pie.) (Yes the future is mount delicious son) (But the leaf changes forms continuum) (My destiny is calling me, it says) (Jon Mess you should own a gun.) Feel the room filling up with smoke Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above. (Can I get a piece of that?) Come on down, i need more in my veins, (Uniquely post relapse) ...so who starts the fire the whispers start to drill, (The quota and balancing act) The pain of second place. (Can I get a piece of that?) (What’s it like to be an atheist?) (Are you okay with suicide?) (Well it’s baffling that my ears can bleed) (When I see your domestic thighs.) (Yes the future is kush and bubblegum) (But I prefer wood to linoleum.) (My destiny is calling me, it says) (You’ll be fine if you take some Tums.) I'm letting out, well I feel that I've dropped it all, I'm letting out, well I feel that I've rushed it, …………………………… (I’m angry, believe it, I need this just as much as you) (It's complicated.) Feel the room filling up with smoke Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above. (Can I get a piece of that?) Come on down, i need more in my veins, (Uniquely post relapse) ...so who starts the fire the whispers start to drill, (The quota and balancing act) The pain of second place. (Can I get a piece of that?) |
|
| Dance Gavin Dance – Swan Soup Lyrics | 14 years ago |
|
(Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes) (The patient unlisted bit my lip sir) (Basing the feeling off weed, Go!) (But my Achilles is a shortly written poem.) (Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose,) (Scraping my bristle missile, Go!) My cost is cheap My words are deep Cutting right through your soul It's sad to see the lights burn out It's sad to see the lights burn out. Burn my words unchanged. (Another sucker punch,) (You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch.) (You wanna know the truth?) (I eat a lotta soup) (What’s it like to punch a drum,) (So belong and hold it tightly son.) (You wanna know the truth?) (I eat a lotta soup.) Oh, no. (Such slow stoic teeth of mine) (Box him in, uncle Leo is between your thighs) (Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots 'n pans) (No time to rush him, delete my deleted land) (Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me) (Who proves to believe in me) (Yo who proves to believe without me,) (Don’t believe that you’re with me, just to believe,) (Just to and just to and just to and just to believe.) Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise I'm coming back. (I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot) (Your handles worse than Chris A. when he’s high on pot) (You’re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer) (KG might say that you have cancer.) Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise I'm coming back. Blow up your lungs Let your mouth fill with blood Stop hang on my every word Because I promise it's gonna be your last. |
|
* This information can be up to 15 minutes delayed.