Song | Social Graces |
Artist | Hail The Villain |
Album | Population: Declining |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Gave up on the socializing | |
Packed up and complete with nothing | |
Chalk it up as a week of something | |
That I don’t ever wanna go through again | |
There’s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Last off of a speeding death train | |
Freak out but not really insane | |
Sweet god getting nothing but pain | |
That I don’t ever wanna go through again | |
There’s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Forgive me if I can’t remember | |
Where I left my head tonight | |
I can’t let go, never could let go, I won’t let go | |
Gonna fuel this fire till it’s out of control | |
Tear it up in a town that hates me | |
Shoot down every bitch that could be | |
Chalk lines on an empty street | |
Where I could never ever be caught dead again | |
There’s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Bad trip that I can’t remember | |
Dead weight sitting on my shoulder | |
Shot down in a living horror | |
That I don’t ever wanna go through again |
Gave up on the socializing | |
Packed up and complete with nothing | |
Chalk it up as a week of something | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Last off of a speeding death train | |
Freak out but not really insane | |
Sweet god getting nothing but pain | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Forgive me if I can' t remember | |
Where I left my head tonight | |
I can' t let go, never could let go, I won' t let go | |
Gonna fuel this fire till it' s out of control | |
Tear it up in a town that hates me | |
Shoot down every bitch that could be | |
Chalk lines on an empty street | |
Where I could never ever be caught dead again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Bad trip that I can' t remember | |
Dead weight sitting on my shoulder | |
Shot down in a living horror | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again |
Gave up on the socializing | |
Packed up and complete with nothing | |
Chalk it up as a week of something | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Last off of a speeding death train | |
Freak out but not really insane | |
Sweet god getting nothing but pain | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Forgive me if I can' t remember | |
Where I left my head tonight | |
I can' t let go, never could let go, I won' t let go | |
Gonna fuel this fire till it' s out of control | |
Tear it up in a town that hates me | |
Shoot down every bitch that could be | |
Chalk lines on an empty street | |
Where I could never ever be caught dead again | |
There' s nowhere left for me to hide | |
Bad trip that I can' t remember | |
Dead weight sitting on my shoulder | |
Shot down in a living horror | |
That I don' t ever wanna go through again |