Four Letter Word (shooter cover)

You'll always be alone
and it's all your fault
It's all your fault

You push every one of them away
Cause you're waiting
Till the time is right

You should say that you feel bad
How else are we supposed to know

You’re read like an open book
A Latin curse with tainted words
You’re leaving them more broken than before

You had your fun it’s time to leave
You're popping pills erratically
A self-fulfilling pointless prophecy

If you proceed
You’ll make them bleed
Oh, why is it me
Who are you kidding
If it’s not your fault
And you really care
Then it’s all our fault
And we won't be there

it's all your fault

The ballad of a revenant, plucked from the embrace of death and given new purpose.

Revenant

ive lived a couple lives
and this one is my demise
jesus always told me
i should love my enemies
dont be surprised if one day
i go off on my own way
yeah i know im a hypocrite
u cant get enough of it
i hope i see the day when im born again
till then ill live in a dead end

pray to god i know ur there
i talk a lot but do i rlly care
angels watch over me
im drowning in a black sea

my heart is bleeding and i think ur the cure
i hope so but im not rlly sure
evil thoughts permeate my head
cant go to school cant rise from bed
pretend like im a kid again
another worm in my brain
it doesnt matter anyway
ill still be in pain

pretty

brain too slow (idk) – heelflip [cringeremix]

johnny cash

well i hear the train a comin, its rollin round the bend
and i aint seen the sunshine since idk when
i'm stuck in folsom prison and time keeps draggin on
but that train keeps a rollin on down to san antone

when i was just a baby my mama told me son
always be a good boy dont you ever play with guns
but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die
when i hear that whistle blowin i hang my head and cry

well i bet theres rich folks eatin in a fancy dining car
theyre probably drinking coffee and smokin big cigars
well i know i had it comin, i know i cant be free
but those people keep on moving, and thats what tortures me

if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
i guess i'd move it on a little further down the line
far from folsom prison - that's where i wanna stay
and i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

and i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

brain too slow (idk) – heelflip [cringeremix]

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