Brickhead کے بول

Jet-black lipstick on a brick head With crying hands Spits, then demands Oh, kill me Quick-tongued viper Bleeding from her fangs, says Best know your place Or you’re on the next train Take another step Out of the darkness Don’t you know hysteria Won’t cure blindness? You’re no fun Don’t you demonize So caught up in cloudy frustration Missin' the sunshine Ears full of hot dirt and disdain It’s no wonder he can’t hear those he blames It faced with the facts, it could decimate a pack I’d tiptoe, friend Or be eaten alive Take another step Out of the darkness Can you feel the snow is finally melting? You’re no fun Don’t you demonize So caught up in cloudy frustration Missin' the sunshine If I'm a disease Can you cure me? Oh kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss Oh, fuck me All you brick heads and viper vixens All you brick heads and viper vixens Come at me Come at me Come at me