spit you out IDEALS Songtext
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spit you out IDEALS Songtext
Crawl outta my head, all this shit I′ve been fed
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I′ll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don't make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I'll feast on your soul and spit you
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you
Out
Fuck
Yeah
Yeah
Spit you out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out, out, out
Spit you
Crawl outta my head, all this shit I′ve been fed
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I′ll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don't make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you out
I'll feast on your soul and spit you
Out
Out
Yeah
Yeah
Crawl outta my head, all this shit I′ve been fed
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I'll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don′t make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you out
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I′ll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don't make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I'll feast on your soul and spit you
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you
Out
Fuck
Yeah
Yeah
Spit you out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out, out, out
Spit you out, out, out, out, out
Spit you
Crawl outta my head, all this shit I′ve been fed
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I′ll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don't make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you out
I'll feast on your soul and spit you
Out
Out
Yeah
Yeah
Crawl outta my head, all this shit I′ve been fed
Makes me hate being awake so I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I'll wait like a trap, like a bait
For the living to take me as an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols are slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions that don′t make a sound
Like they know a way out, like there is a way out
I′ll feast on your soul and spit you out
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