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lip critic - death lurking lyrics

find my weakness
say is it an ankle busted knee
is it the thing in front of me

everything i have at the center of the pot
roll those dice let me see what i’ve got
i’m a gambling man i’d rather leave it up to god
only know what i’ve had counting up what i’ve lost

no more selfish ways
they line the bottom of the grave
50 try’s tryna get me off it
chasing pleasures only turned me to a puppet
no more fast mistakes
sleep light eyes cracked in a way
nevеr one to take my time i’ll losе it
so infernal but i know i’ll still pursue it

all that you want
won’t be
what you get
when you’re a sardine
still trapped in that net

in the stadium
body’s filling in
paramecia
i tell them hunger is a gift
from lucifer’s last h+llion
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
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infernal
que infernal
infernal
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infernal
que infernal

cut me open
it’s a belly ache
everybody’s got something to give away
50 days
50 days
i’ll go build city out of waste

infernal
infernal
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infernal
que infernal
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infernal
que infernal
so when i’m running out the store you can’t stop me
because i’ve got a greeters vest i’m an employee
300 loaves of bread and some gasoline
all i need to tip a scale that is balancing
everything i had at the center of the pot
i used to roll the dice just to see what i got
now i weigh the side with the six black dots
barrel down the road money jammed in my socks

(eu não acredito seu idiota, você fodeu com tudo!)

i don’t go home like you
i don’t make food in the kitchen
and i don’t sleep in a bed
in a single position
and i don’t turn on a show
i don’t watch it and listen
i’ve got the mind of a hound
a lap dog disposition
and i’m

infernal
infernal
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infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
que infernal
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infernal
que infernal
and i don’t talk on the phone
i don’t talk to a friend
i make a secret elixir
i find a spoon i can bend
death lurks in the cabinets
and the dvd slots
he’s my security camera
i let him sit down and watch

infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
infernal
que infernal
infernal
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infernal
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infernal
infernal
que infernal

i don’t have time for a selfish man
i don’t have time for a selfish man
i don’t have time for a selfish man
i don’t have time for a selfish man
a selfish man
a selfish man
selfish man
a selfish man
a selfish man
selfish man
a selfish man
a selfish man
a selfish man
a selfish man
i don’t have time for a selfish man

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