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Vendetta Red lyrics - Between The Never And The Now

Caught You Like A Cold

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Hey I am sure to fall this time around and I could look you in the eye but you never show your face something sticky in your ears turned to logic and what you reiterate is meaningless to me Save yourself because your dying slowly say goodnight before you ever say goodbye tore the buttons off your coat to keep the wind out held a candle to the sun to drown the twilight but when you bruise you never bleed no you never cryout strong carry on carry me home serve your flesh circuts unkown stitches sewn to leave me alone cran your neck till I crawl does it make you sick? The smell of daddy's sweat the taste of dadd's spit Crawl blood in blood out

Annunicate While You Masticate

A Static Lullaby
Move into the grave that bares your name. My high is creeping, but is it set in stone? We're both wasted, but we're not going anywhere like this. (So we'll see right through) For me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure. All in the taste of salt on your neck. (Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue. (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest. Move into the grave that bares your name. This fuse left burning, but now we're far too close. This fuse left burning, but now we're fat too close. (So we'll see right through) To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears. (So we'll see right through) All in the taste of salt on your neck (Now I)Fall on the urge of taking it back ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue. (Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest. We won't be need in everything We won't be need in everything Let's sick from the guilt you spread. Lust sick in this moment. We won't believe in anything. All in the taste of salt on your neck (Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back. ('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue. (Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest.

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