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What do I do? What do I do? I'll ******* break them, The storm I've made drapes them! The specters don't listen if you don't lead them to their tombs, A bastard's Satan-son lets his voice echo and loom. All the times I look at you, "What's wrong with you?" "We're ******* through!" Let it go! It's nothing new! And we're all ****** Can't let it go, Blow over the band, The pain will fall down with the sand, Just let it go, And tell me that you know, To drop it! Drop it! Forget it all! Watch the fall! Watch you drop it! Drop it! **** you all, Drop it! Let me sail on through, Then notice the pretty view, Burning, The tempest on the wake, Is brewing an underworld earthquake, Let fire reimburse me, Let go for your own sake, Tell me that your life's not at stake. So move on! Drop it! I'm stuck with the ones who will never understand, Reality is fragile, Reality's in demand, You want your salvation? Take this plan, Take this gun, Take the trigger, To your skull, Release your specters to the world, Or you could get off your *** Point the gun where it belongs, Then they might drop it.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Drop It
What do I do? What do I do? I'll ******* break them, The storm I've made drapes them! The specters don't listen if you don't lead them to their tombs, A bastard's Satan-son lets his voice echo and loom. All the times I look at you, "What's wrong with you?" "We're ******* through!" Let it go! It's nothing new! And we're all ****** Can't let it go, Blow over the band, The pain will fall down with the sand, Just let it go, And tell me that you know, To drop it! Drop it! Forget it all! Watch the fall! Watch you drop it! Drop it! **** you all, Drop it! Let me sail on through, Then notice the pretty view, Burning, The tempest on the wake, Is brewing an underworld earthquake, Let fire reimburse me, Let go for your own sake, Tell me that your life's not at stake. So move on! Drop it! I'm stuck with the ones who will never understand, Reality is fragile, Reality's in demand, You want your salvation? Take this plan, Take this gun, Take the trigger, To your skull, Release your specters to the world, Or you could get off your *** Point the gun where it belongs, Then they might drop it.
Sang this for my friends and they loved it! One dude told me I need Jesus (U.U)
josh-hall
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josh-hall
American
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
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