Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
Like a murder scene, we prime our poison while the good folk sleep
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a corpse is sweet
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands
With your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands
With your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth

Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands
With your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands
With your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth

Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey?
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey?

Are you feeling well?

Get in line, I'm going to be your murderer
Your feeble flesh is a feast before my eyes
The written word adorns my ceaseless hunger
I'll hack you down in strokes of black on white

Extra, extra, read all about it!
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it!
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it!
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it!
We make them famous then they're soon departed

Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey?
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey?

I'm not feeling well

MURDER SCENES (THE FUTURE IS SWINGING!)

London punk entity mangling frenetic fretwork with off-kilter beats and anguished vocal abuse. Get vexed xo

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