She’s a nebulous hole of damage control
Investigation is better than sleep
Swallow the pill till your bandage explodes because
You’re never gonna know if you never dig deep
And then she says
What are you feeling
If you need blood then,
You can drink mine
That’s when it fucks up big time
Watch it sink and smother the victim
Douse him in liquid and set him alight
Oh and it fucks up big time
You with the speech out of reach on the weekends
Run into you like a new brick wall
With no relief from you or your dick friends
One bad omen surrounded by four
And the new man
He’s not too bad
But you’ll prove that he bit lime
Tastes like he fucked up big time
Race to the cliff side, big time
And you knew he would not be a human
He is a cartridge
He is swine
A pig in a pig pen squeals big time
A mouse or a pigeon hit the big time
He will beat me to the punch
So I will beat him to a pulp and
I will make him think I’m Pol Pot
I will beat him to a pulp
I will beat him to the punch
So he will beat me to a pulp
And He will make me think he’s Pol Pot
He will beat me to a pulp
You will beat us to a pulp
credits
from Contraband,
released July 2, 2017
Recording and Mix: Campbell Burns
Mastering: Jack Clark
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