Blood Feud Songtext
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Blood Feud Songtext
Year one
And you′re still clueless as ever
This ain't no record
Said you′re looking shell-shocked
As the bodies drop
Said it's mind over matter, yet another cop
It's in my blood to want it all
Yeah it′s a long way to the top
When the pile is fucking tall
And the killing never stops
But I am infinite, the flesh and blood void
An empty bag of bones since my soul was destroyed
And this is god mode, on my own life
I just want to live so won′t you let me fucking die
Tu parles beaucoup pour un has-been
Tu te crois prince de la scene, t es le roi de la vitrine
Je mets du respect sur mon blaze pendant que tu danses pour le fric
Zero confiance donc soit tu vends, soit t es flic
Veelbesproken, maar weinig dat klopt
Ze willen catalogeren op mijn kleren of mijn kop
Ik heb leren incasseren en dat zeer nooit stopt
Heb nu een kroon van pek en veren, doe hen zeer voor sport
Too little
Too late
You're bleeding out on the fucking floor
Leaving no doubt
I made my mark
I can′t tell wrong from right
A split right in the middle of my mind's eye
If I can′t see or feel like the others should I spend all my days
Gagged and smothered
I'm failing to feel any lust for life
My back bent, scourged
Strokes of red to stop my racing mind
Too little
Too late
You′re bleeding out on the fucking floor
Leaving no doubt
I made my mark
Scars like corduroy
I am the bottomless pit
A sight like a polaroid
Soaked in blood and spit
And it's a harsh truth on your deaf ears
But do you hear me now?
I said until all is 45, until graceful gold covers my shameful crown
Who are you to judge anyone else, when you barely know yourself
A copy of a copy of his fathers son
I said mother don't you worry ′bout the shit I′ve done
For it is done and I have become me
I said I've lost myself now I can′t be like everybody else
Now I can't be like everybody else
Now I can′t be like everybody else
(aaah)
I aimed to break the cycle
(aaah)
Yet I only broke myself
(aaah)
My only aim survival
(aaah)
My life a living hell
(aaah)
I am the five-faced king
Clown prince of suffering
And you′re still clueless as ever
This ain't no record
Said you′re looking shell-shocked
As the bodies drop
Said it's mind over matter, yet another cop
It's in my blood to want it all
Yeah it′s a long way to the top
When the pile is fucking tall
And the killing never stops
But I am infinite, the flesh and blood void
An empty bag of bones since my soul was destroyed
And this is god mode, on my own life
I just want to live so won′t you let me fucking die
Tu parles beaucoup pour un has-been
Tu te crois prince de la scene, t es le roi de la vitrine
Je mets du respect sur mon blaze pendant que tu danses pour le fric
Zero confiance donc soit tu vends, soit t es flic
Veelbesproken, maar weinig dat klopt
Ze willen catalogeren op mijn kleren of mijn kop
Ik heb leren incasseren en dat zeer nooit stopt
Heb nu een kroon van pek en veren, doe hen zeer voor sport
Too little
Too late
You're bleeding out on the fucking floor
Leaving no doubt
I made my mark
I can′t tell wrong from right
A split right in the middle of my mind's eye
If I can′t see or feel like the others should I spend all my days
Gagged and smothered
I'm failing to feel any lust for life
My back bent, scourged
Strokes of red to stop my racing mind
Too little
Too late
You′re bleeding out on the fucking floor
Leaving no doubt
I made my mark
Scars like corduroy
I am the bottomless pit
A sight like a polaroid
Soaked in blood and spit
And it's a harsh truth on your deaf ears
But do you hear me now?
I said until all is 45, until graceful gold covers my shameful crown
Who are you to judge anyone else, when you barely know yourself
A copy of a copy of his fathers son
I said mother don't you worry ′bout the shit I′ve done
For it is done and I have become me
I said I've lost myself now I can′t be like everybody else
Now I can't be like everybody else
Now I can′t be like everybody else
(aaah)
I aimed to break the cycle
(aaah)
Yet I only broke myself
(aaah)
My only aim survival
(aaah)
My life a living hell
(aaah)
I am the five-faced king
Clown prince of suffering
Writer(s): Sigfried Burroughs, Tim De Gieter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com