كلمات Broken Bottles

Broken bottles under the sink I'm kissing babies with wedding rings Elaboration makes me think Of broken bottles under the sink Dear god, can i cut in line Dear god, i'm wasting my time Broken bottles and devil's kin The irritation pushes the pin I can't afford to keep with them Broken bottles and devil's kin Dear god, can i cut in line Dear god, i'm wastin my time Broken bottles behind the scene I feel your hand and kerosene Intoxicated there's no scape Of broken bottles behind the scene And now we're breathing in a policy Getting judge by the policy Our boiling broken policy How the hell is all this happening Dear god, can i cut in line Dear god, i'm wasting my time Hey, wait hold on to me 'cus everything is taking in denial while my teeth keep on chattering How can you leave when i sunk to my knees And the doors are cemented, it's never ending I don't want to relive this I don't want to relive it I don't want to relive this I don't want to relive it I don't want to relive this I don't want to relive it