Liquid Percussion کے بول

This black arm band the depth that it's been carried I still can't stand I can't sink quick enough Cupid kissed her the day that she got married Cause this blister is not a callus yet Stickin' to my life like Gum on the sole of my shoe Let this liquid percussion flow on through Hell is locked in a basement Where I can still sense you Let this liquid percussion flow on through Toss this love like a fistful of dead roses I'll mute this mike and cup my ear to you Sharpen this spike to shoot you in small doses Still wrapped too tight the silence still rings true Stickin' to my life like Gum on the sole of my shoe Let this liquid percussion flow on through Hell is locked in a basement Where I can still sense you Let this liquid percussion flow on through Must be belated Or understated Give me a reason To commit treason Must be belated Or understated Give me a reason