Shock Tactics (1000v) To The Grave
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Deliver me their heads on a fucking plate
Pack up the picnics, it's time to panic, rip up the stitches
Shock tactics, the back of the head
Nothing in common, lick up your vomit, morally twisted
Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it
Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues
All for what?
If they could sell the air in your lungs
You'd already be fucked
Shut it
Threads cut now your bodies drop
Didn't have the guts to watch
Rip the veil from their threats
12 gauge loaded with dragons breath
Scatter carnists
"Dracarys"
Our blades razor sharp
Did them like thе Starks
Cut the fat from your heart
A naked cunt has fеw excuses
A flayed one none
Pack up the picnics, it's time to panic, rip up the stitches
Shock tactics, the back of the head
Nothing in common, lick up your vomit, morally twisted
Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it
Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues
All for what?
If they could sell the air in your lungs
You'd already be fucked
Shut it
Threads cut now your bodies drop
Didn't have the guts to watch
Rip the veil from their threats
12 gauge loaded with dragons breath
Scatter carnists
"Dracarys"
Our blades razor sharp
Did them like thе Starks
Cut the fat from your heart
A naked cunt has fеw excuses
A flayed one none
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