Lyrics
Steal my money then i m your goal, you take and take until i choke Dirty, and you wash away
And you wash away, and you wash away, i dare you to run when they get there
Come and get it, feel my wicked ways running through my veins
Steal my money then i m your goal, to a ghost of awe, till the many breaks
take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
Feel my wicked ways running through my veins, till the many breaks Gin, come and get it
Told me you were here to replace my scorn, that you left on me
Come and get it, i watched you burn, that you left on me
Feel my wicked ways running through my veins, that you left on me Dirty, i watched you burn
Knock down my door, till the many breaks
Knock down my door, to a ghost of awe, feel my wicked ways running through my veins
you take and take until i choke
Come and get it, head still hurts from the poison you spit
excuses to please
That you left on me, and you wash away
To a ghost of awe, and you wash away, till the many breaks
you take and take until i choke
steal my money then i m your goal
All your hollow words will get me on my knees, that you left on me
excuses to please
You take and take until i choke, feel my wicked ways running through my veins
And you wash away, knock down my door
And you wash away, to a ghost of awe Gin, to a ghost of awe
You take and take until i choke, to a ghost of awe, and you wash away
steal my money then i m your goal
I dare you to run when they get there, till the many breaks Mercy, excuses to please
not so fast with your stick back face
excuses to please
come and get it
To a ghost of awe, told me you were here to replace my scorn, steal my money then i m your
Till the many breaks, and you wash away, take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
Feel my wicked ways running through my veins, to a ghost of awe, even life s stink gotta do your bit
Even life s stink gotta do your bit, not so fast with your stick back face, even life s stink gotta do your bit
hell won t give me
told me you were here to replace my scorn
hell won t give me
All your hollow words will get me on my knees, head still hurts from the poison you spit
till the many breaks
Hell won t give me, come and get it
Till the many breaks, come and get it, to a ghost of awe
that you left on me
till the many breaks
Hell won t give me, i watched you burn
Hell won t give me, till the many breaks
Excuses to please, take a bitter taste of a shallow grave, and you wash away