Music: Larenz Goodall
You like the way that the blade bites your wrist
As we kiss my hands move down ur ****ing hip
Yes I watch you shake as I feel on ur d**k
And yes I hear you moan as you slide on the tip
I got pain in my eyes
With the slits
On my wrists
I must admit
In my grave is where I rather
Live
Just a vessel with no soul
Frost bite on my heart it feels cold
Yes your love is going old
I’m stuck in your head yes I know
(Outdo)
Yea
Yea
I’m stuck in your head yes I know
Yea
Yea
Yes my heart is getting cold