The Horrorist - Haywire текст песни

Vomit, vodka
Lights on fire
I rip your shirt to see the sweat
My hands are on your neck, you feel it
I crash bottles against the table
Splatter you with glass and blood
When I scream
Your lust goes haywire
You go haywire
I pour alcohol on your head
I rip your things
I clap my hands in your face [2x]

I make recordings of your voice
You sound like a mutant
A smothered and lost weakling
I can't stand what I hear
I play yourself to yourself
I make you hear yourself
I push your face in the mirror
I bring you the noise

I tell you the story about a drugslave

But you're the slave
You're the story
Floating at me with lungs of meth
Crying for sex, crying
I scratch your tattoos
I pour alcohol on your head
I destroy your things
I push your face in the mirror
I bring you the noise (bring you the noise)

Face me, I'll face you down
Vomit, vodka
Lights on fire
I rip your shirt to see the sweat
My hands are on your neck, you feel it
I crash bottles against the table
Splatter you with glass and blood
When I scream
Your lust goes haywire
I kick you down
You cry for love



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