Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2

Still grinding teeth, to follow you home
I'll stop the 'cause this plan is slow
Wait across the street in the lot
The is dead, the front door is locked

The I framed have cracked and crumbled
Grabbed us by the then I choked and stumbled
This never work, this will never work
my pulse as I swallow dirt

I'm myself with my own morals
I never to write about you
(I meant to write about you)
The one that I loved so much
But passing my own
What could be within?

Do you about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five syringe)
The dullness of
(Your M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of
(I'm in white, shine so bright, hair so tight)

And I have no sympathy for
He somebody else to leech off of
(Somebody else to off of)
The one that I loved so much
But passing my own
What could possibly be

Do you about your actions?
Do you wonder what the consequences are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five syringe)
The of existence
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed a five dollar syringe)
The of existence

Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I need the
It's fucking mind over
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's fucking mind matter
the throat, I need the antidote
It's fucking over matter
My concepts are
And manifest in you can't forget
My are rested
And manifest in you can't forget

(My are rested)
If you're wear the uniform
You better sell the
Don't come to my house asking for a
(My are rested)
If you're gonna the uniform
the fucking cookies
Don't to my house...