所属专辑:Audition
歌手: P.O.S
时长: 03:22
The Kill In Me - P.O.S[00:00:01]
(I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin,[00:00:09]
I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,[00:00:12]
No speakin'speakin' from shadows,[00:00:14]
C-c-corners, a phantom,[00:00:16]
With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is[00:00:17]
Decapitated)[00:00:20]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:00:22]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:00:25]
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..[00:00:28]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:00:33]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:00:36]
Let me treat you like a doll[00:00:38]
And snap your neck in my hands[00:00:40]
(In my hand) In my hand is this blade, was a gift,[00:00:41]
And I never wanna give it back, it's a slave to my fist,[00:00:44]
A little bit to help it to relax, I'm amazed,[00:00:47]
It'll stay sharp forever,[00:00:49]
And if I take real good care of this shit,[00:00:50]
It won't go away,[00:00:52]
In my play house I lay foundation,[00:00:52]
But I think it was a little much,[00:00:55]
Not enough coupons cut,[00:00:57]
But I hold of a lost trust, and I'm dazed,[00:00:57]
I could play it smart forever,[00:00:59]
Just wasn't down for whatever,[00:01:00]
You know, that shit went away,[00:01:02]
But I'll act tough,[00:01:03]
I walk tall and c-c-carry a big bag of wrenches,[00:01:04]
And if you call, I'll play mechanic,[00:01:06]
Fake 'til I fix it,[00:01:08]
Sick as an -ism, stickin to this holdin due to the shape,[00:01:09]
All i got is the cold curve of that blade, so I'm sunburnt,[00:01:12]
That should tell you what's what, I got nicked,[00:01:15]
I'm pressin just to keep the blood in the cut,[00:01:17]
Fade to black like a hemophiliac, fully afflicted[00:01:20]
Sick of your...snap, the k-k-killin is in me,[00:01:22]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:01:26]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:01:29]
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..[00:01:32]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:01:37]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:01:40]
Let me treat you like a doll[00:01:42]
And snap your neck in my hands[00:01:44]
And it's gone, wash your hands of this,[00:01:46]
And I know you never lookin back,[00:01:48]
Don't just stand there, just,[00:01:49]
And it's strange, I could accept it, but check it,[00:01:52]
See, I'm just happy with a piece of you,[00:01:54]
And I'm sane in the brain, truth is I'm simmerin here,[00:01:56]
Steady lookin for a bit of hope,[00:01:59]
And I hope that you get it,[00:02:00]
When I'm steady comin for your throat, and it's strange,[00:02:02]
See it's been dormant and docile,[00:02:03]
But if you poke a pet too much too long[00:02:04]
That shit'll turn hostile,[00:02:06]
(I'm layin low, layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin,[00:02:07]
I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,[00:02:10]
No speakin'speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom,[00:02:12]
With steps, cold hate cold hate, decapitated)[00:02:15]
(I'm lookin' to follow[00:02:20]
Back with the light[00:02:25]
I'm lookin' to follow[00:02:31]
The blood will feed the love)[00:02:36]
Tucked away in a heart snapped and stripped of it's guard,[00:02:39]
Tucked away in a hole carefully picked in the yard,[00:02:42]
Sinfully slippin through shades,[00:02:45]
Lickin cries and snivellin,[00:02:46]
Somethin so significant dies,[00:02:47]
Who's the beast? Who bears the burden?[00:02:48]
Dirt, prepare for your feast,[00:02:50]
If wary eyes, could sight for sore[00:02:52]
No there'd be nothin to see (Nuh-uh)[00:02:53]
Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me,[00:02:55]
Under dirt and over concrete,[00:02:57]
Tonight we sleep like angels.[00:02:58]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:03:01]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:03:04]
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..[00:03:06]
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,[00:03:12]
And honestly my nerves are shot again,[00:03:15]
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands[00:03:17]