Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
Truth is you can stop and stare And I know that I won't be
Bled myself out and no one cares satisfied
Dug a trench out, laid down there So, why try ignoring him?
With a shovel up out of reach Make it a dirty dance floor again
somewhere Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again I bleed it out
Say your prayers and stomp it out Digging deeper just to throw it
When they bring that chorus in away
I bleed it out
I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it
Digging deeper just to throw it away
away I bleed it out
I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it
Digging deeper just to throw it away
away Just to throw it away
I bleed it out Just to throw it away
Digging deeper just to throw it
away I bleed it out
Just to throw it away I've opened up these scars
Just to throw it away I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I bleed it out I'll make you face this now
Go, stop the show
Choppy words in a sloppy flow I bleed it out
Shotgun opera, lock and load Digging deeper just to throw it
away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it
away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it
away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it
away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it
away
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it
away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out