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This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For
01. re: they have no reflections
02. who wants flowers when you’re dead? nobody
03. RAWWWRR!
04. Traitors never Play Hang‐man.
Rawwwrr!
Rawwwrr!

Take it back, what you stole from me
Take it back, what you stole from me, baby
Take it back, what you stole from me
Take it back, what you stole from me, baby
Taking back what you stole
Taking back what you stole from me

Wash away these memories, silent and proud
Wash away these memories, silent and proud

Blood won't confirm on these curtains
Your blood, my hands
Your blood, my fucking hands
Run for the hills
Your strength, from the dead afar
Run for the hills
Your strength from luck, cut this off
And if you think you're alive
Well, you're better off fucking dead!
Right!

This will be another moment where we put
Salt in my eyes, in wake I won't
Salt in my eyes
In hope I won't see your smile
I will not see her

This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body