Taking back what you stole from me
Taking back what you stole from me baby
Wash away these memories
Silent and proud
Blood won't confirm
On these curtains
Your blood
My hands
Your blood
My fucking hands
Run for
The hills
Astray
From the capital
And if you think your alive
Then you're better off fucking dead
Salt my eyes
In hope I wont see your smile
This will be over my dead body
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Curtis Paul Lee Ward, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
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