Six Feet Under Songtext
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Six Feet Under Songtext
We keep falling like we′re snowflakes
White like swans but black as lungs
I can't control the way I hate
After all, pull the trigger and it′s done
Incestuous, tempestuous
You leave me so fucking nauseous
Monstrous, posing as a goddess
Try to act like you're flawless but going
Under, Under
I'll put you six feet under
It′s all starting to bleed through
It′s in the air, now I breathe you
This little death I need to pursue
Our cars crash in clear view
It's all starting to bleed through
It′s on the floor, our bodies strewn
Our little death I need to consume
A saccharine hilarity ensues
Now who could blame her
Its hard being out o' the echo chamber
Smelling fear and tasting danger
Someone so close can still be a stranger
I erect a monument to our wasted lives
You′ve got questions but I can't answer why
Under, Under
I′ll put you six feet under
It's all starting to bleed through
It's in the air, now I breathe you
This little death I need to pursue
Our cars crash in clear view
It′s all starting to bleed through
It′s on the floor, our bodies strewn
Our little death I need to consume
A saccharine hilarity ensues
White like swans but black as lungs
I can't control the way I hate
After all, pull the trigger and it′s done
Incestuous, tempestuous
You leave me so fucking nauseous
Monstrous, posing as a goddess
Try to act like you're flawless but going
Under, Under
I'll put you six feet under
It′s all starting to bleed through
It′s in the air, now I breathe you
This little death I need to pursue
Our cars crash in clear view
It's all starting to bleed through
It′s on the floor, our bodies strewn
Our little death I need to consume
A saccharine hilarity ensues
Now who could blame her
Its hard being out o' the echo chamber
Smelling fear and tasting danger
Someone so close can still be a stranger
I erect a monument to our wasted lives
You′ve got questions but I can't answer why
Under, Under
I′ll put you six feet under
It's all starting to bleed through
It's in the air, now I breathe you
This little death I need to pursue
Our cars crash in clear view
It′s all starting to bleed through
It′s on the floor, our bodies strewn
Our little death I need to consume
A saccharine hilarity ensues
Writer(s): Ayax Arroyo, Gerry Hawkins, Lawrie Bayldon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com