با داستان، مضمون و حس این آهنگ بیشتر آشنا شوید.
You cut off all of your fingers | Trade them in for dollar bills | Cake up on some makeup to cover all those lines
You cut off all of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake up on some makeup to cover all those lines Wake up and stop shaking, 'cause you're just wasting time Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You take, but can't be given You ride, but cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine, wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me, me Tear this bitter fruit to mess, wrap it in your soiled dress Now, you must spit out the seeds I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Anything, when I'm high Anything, when I'm high I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Anything, when I'm high All dried up and tied up, forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up, forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up, forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up, forever All fucked up and dead to the world
هنوز آهنگ مشابهی نیست.
