Song | Copy Of A Copy |
Artist | Dead Poetic |
Album | Vices |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
She told me don’t let them in. | |
You’re a copy of a copy. | |
She told me don’t come again. | |
This is awful. | |
This is all wrong. | |
Now I feel it coming back again. | |
Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
Oh, I’ll pretend this isn’t happening this time. | |
She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
She told me don’t fall again. | |
I am wretched, | |
I am loathed. | |
She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me you cannot stay. | |
But I’m stable. | |
I’m okay. | |
I said it, we all regret it. | |
Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
She told me don’t let them in. | |
You’re a copy of a copy. |
She told me don' t let them in. | |
You' re a copy of a copy. | |
She told me don' t come again. | |
This is awful. | |
This is all wrong. | |
Now I feel it coming back again. | |
Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
Oh, I' ll pretend this isn' t happening this time. | |
She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
She told me don' t fall again. | |
I am wretched, | |
I am loathed. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me you cannot stay. | |
But I' m stable. | |
I' m okay. | |
I said it, we all regret it. | |
Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
She told me don' t let them in. | |
You' re a copy of a copy. |
She told me don' t let them in. | |
You' re a copy of a copy. | |
She told me don' t come again. | |
This is awful. | |
This is all wrong. | |
Now I feel it coming back again. | |
Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
Oh, I' ll pretend this isn' t happening this time. | |
She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
She told me don' t fall again. | |
I am wretched, | |
I am loathed. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
The pain is not escaping. | |
She told me you cannot stay. | |
But I' m stable. | |
I' m okay. | |
I said it, we all regret it. | |
Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
She told me don' t let them in. | |
You' re a copy of a copy. |