Dicey

Lyrics
Finally, soon she sees You're out of luck Fire, I breathe Brace yourself Take all the things you need To prepare a fight against the creed A little late, I called your bluff Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling stuck Pace yourself Take all the things you need To prepare a fight against the creed You'll regret to say so here I fucking stay Forever a part, a piece of your display
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Credits
- Writers
- Sami Kaiser