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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shotgun Facelift
Shotgun Facelift
Performer
John Philip Huber
John Philip Huber
Lead Vocals
Damian Richard Goulet
Damian Richard Goulet
Electric Guitar
Jody Smith
Jody Smith
Drums
Matt Person
Matt Person
Electric Guitar
Curt DeCamp
Curt DeCamp
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew William Person
Matthew William Person
Songwriter
Curtis Alan Decamp
Curtis Alan Decamp
Songwriter
John Philip Huber
John Philip Huber
Songwriter
Damian Richard Goulet
Damian Richard Goulet
Songwriter
Jody Smith
Jody Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

The sea was cold And I remember where The needing in my bones As we laid side by side in the sand Your energy fades and flows into me I close my eyes and make you disappear Destroy your sadness Suffer as you suffocate You always saw this coming As you hold my hands around my throat The reaping game The little lie that I can't tell Holding you closer as you leave me here all alone Holding you closer as if you were my own Your road, my tomb Knife digs out a grave for weeping angels lost inside of you Don't leave me here Lullabies of broken dreams and creeping things will carry to sleep Your chest, my grave Emptiness with nothing left except an open place to bleed An open place to bleed An open place to bleed The sea was twice as cold And the water's rushing in Shaking fingers like the lanterns guiding to the dead I never thought you wanted this, wanted death Chasing reapers that had misplaced your name Destroy your sadness Suffer as you suffocate You always saw this coming As you hold my hands around your throat The reaping game The little lie that I can't tell Holding you closer as you leave me here all alone Holding you closer as if you were my own Your road, my tomb Knife digs out a grave for weeping angels lost inside of you Don't leave me here Lullabies of broken dreams and creeping things will carry you to sleep Your chest, my grave Emptiness with nothing left except an open place to bleed An open place to bleed Oh, goddamn An open place to bleed Reapers that had mistaken your name I'll always wonder whether it was worth the wait Reapers that had mistaken your name Was it worth this fucking game? Because now everybody knows how you made me dig out your grave
Writer(s): John Philip Huber, Curtis Alan Decamp, Damian Richard Goulet, Matthew William Person, Jody Ray Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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