Copy of 2.0 All Unreleased Tate McRae

Icy - Tate McRae

Tate McRae - Perfect Picture

Seven Billion

Not Good For You

Fix Me

Faded

Phone Dies

Grieved You

Bad Girl

Falling Backwards

Overplayed

Get It

Best At It

Superhuman

love you better - tate mcrae

(Verse 1)
They only loved me when I was young,
That’s what their whispers carved in my tongue.
Pure and pretty, a fragile dream,
Used by the hands that made me bleed.
Biting down hard, I swallowed the lies,
Why was I chosen to pay the price?
Now that I’m 21, I rot in delusion,
Old doll, cracked baby, trapped in confusion.

(Pre-chorus)
I knew them,
I climbed into their bed.
They poured their sins inside of me,
A pretty angel, stained by fire—
I said I asked for it.

(Chorus)
Blood in the sin,
Everyone breaks dolls.
Somebody’s daughter repeats my fall tonight.
(Desire and violence) blood in the sin.
(Scent of skin) hungry eyes devour her.
(Empty promises) somebody’s daughter gets ruined tonight.

(Post-chorus)
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.

(Verse 2)
They keep me locked inside a cage,
A spectacle for their hunger and rage.
Chains for the lost, the unholy condemned,
I whisper “help me,” but it never ends.

(Pre-chorus)
I knew them,
I climbed into their bed.
They poured their sins inside of me,
A pretty angel, stained by fire—
I said I asked for it.

(Chorus)
Blood in the sin,
Everyone breaks dolls.
Somebody’s daughter repeats my fall tonight.
(Desire and violence) blood in the sin.
(Scent of skin) hungry eyes devour her.
(Empty promises) somebody’s daughter gets ruined tonight.

(Bridge)
It wasn’t the stranger from far away,
Not the shadow man down the street—
It was the hands I trusted most,
The eyes I had met too many times.
Your brother, your neighbor,
The circus beneath the floor.
Cruel white men draining me,
Fulfilling sins behind closed doors.
Now I’m broken, marked by their flame,
Am I a creature of Satan,
Or just a child who carries their shame?

(B-side)
Shame, shame,
Shame, shame,
Just a child, a CHILD
shame, shame,
shame, shame

(Post-chorus)
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.

(Outro)
Honey, baby… ah.

Desire and violence

Phone Dies

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