Our days are numbered 666 and Ill begin the countdown by calling off the circus somewhere in these cryptic scriptures Ill find myself drifing in a sky full of... scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday were going down These mescaline memories are morose Your kerosene company is comatose Our days are numbered 321 And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun Somewhere in these violent volumes Ill find myself drifting in a sky full of... scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday were going down These mescaline memories are morose Your kerosene company is comatose And I would stick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting carving out your own scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday were going down Follow me whats around scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday were going down These mescaline memories are morose Your kerosene company is comatose
Artist: Vendetta Red
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