November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Wash
Wash me off your hands
Don't talk just because you can

Now watch me as I run into myself
I don't need your guns or your knives or your pretty little lies
To send this all to Hell

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul

Find a place that feels like you
Hang some windows on the wall to enhance the view
I wanna watch you move like the snake that you are
Now slither, little fool
Yours is an empty art

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul

With empty arms, I held you close
With open arms, I let you go
Go

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul

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