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no deities - bullet holes كلمات الأغنية

pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh_lls layin’ mane n0body knows

back against a wall
feel like he bout to fall
lead in his throat make him ho_rs_
bout to become a corpse
not moving now ‘less they declare total war
call that newton’s 1st law

but he still feels ripped up in his core
and he can’t take much more, got some ‘nades in store
but that way’s unhealthy to explore
is it really now he’ll turn to the lord, after all he did before?

he don’t look pious with the gasmask on
surrounded in teargas, it protects him from
looks like a wounded boar, cops won’t attack it more
it might break ya sword, put ya on deaths door

metaphoric 12 gauge claws spit with force, giving law enforcement pause, in a way he’s now their boss
on the inside he still shows no remorse
bundy he still would endorse
a murderer without a cause

pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh_lls layin’ mane n0body knows

pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh_lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh_lls layin’ mane n0body knows

pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh_lls layin’ mane n0body knows

all his strength seep out
his whisperings, they are not loud
lead in his throat won’t come out

arteries the bullets found
bent over a rifle, failing to flail around
tryna scream and shout

he’s bleeding out from buckshot in his gut
red from innumerable cuts
in that crimson spot
too weak to get the ‘nade pin unstuck
so the ‘nade, he sit and clutch
pray that the cops, it will combust

under him there is so much
thinking, wait are those my guts
a gore puddle full of bits and there’s lots, and lots and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots

- no deities

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