Guns and Knives Songtext
von Kyte

Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find

Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don′t break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business

All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style


Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find

All of our friends are dead inside
We slam the door close out the night
We worked ourselves right up to cry
The guns and knives we pull with style

Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find

Embalmed in nothing but the finest
Smiles appalling, worthless to the science
Please don't break this perfect little homeless
Take your time sir, laughing at the business


Stand up, dip your head into the screams
Dark grey cellphones were lost at sea
Your jawline swells up on to smile
The blood you cough breaks half our find