Stalker Songtext
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Stalker Songtext
I want to
Want to see
See through you
See through your soul
I follow you back to sleep
Smile for me
So pretty with red
Tie you up
So you can′t leave
No escape
Stuck in my brain
Cradled around your neck
Taste the blood I claimed
Who's crazy now
I need my head checked
My angel
Please don′t turn
When I call
You beckon
My angel
Please don't turn
When I call
You beckon
It's too late now
Side by side in the dirt
Six feet underneath my love letter
For you I′d carve into your pretty face
What′s wrong my angel
Are you burnt by the Light
My catacombs of Romance
There you'll return to me
My car broke down time and time again
But I′m broke for the other times
I reach out for yours
But you cut my hand off and serve it to me on a silver platter
Smoke me in and out of your mouth
Like the cigarettes that you sold me out for
Yeah it's harmless fun to just want to be around you
But to you it′s an attack on your own Personality
Presents for presence no presence to be found
Wallowed in self pity
No room for injury
But I'm the fucking creep
I guess it′s ironic huh
We're no different just bones in the ground
Decayed
Want to see
See through you
See through your soul
I follow you back to sleep
Smile for me
So pretty with red
Tie you up
So you can′t leave
No escape
Stuck in my brain
Cradled around your neck
Taste the blood I claimed
Who's crazy now
I need my head checked
My angel
Please don′t turn
When I call
You beckon
My angel
Please don't turn
When I call
You beckon
It's too late now
Side by side in the dirt
Six feet underneath my love letter
For you I′d carve into your pretty face
What′s wrong my angel
Are you burnt by the Light
My catacombs of Romance
There you'll return to me
My car broke down time and time again
But I′m broke for the other times
I reach out for yours
But you cut my hand off and serve it to me on a silver platter
Smoke me in and out of your mouth
Like the cigarettes that you sold me out for
Yeah it's harmless fun to just want to be around you
But to you it′s an attack on your own Personality
Presents for presence no presence to be found
Wallowed in self pity
No room for injury
But I'm the fucking creep
I guess it′s ironic huh
We're no different just bones in the ground
Decayed
Writer(s): Kyle Jetton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com