Lyrics

They've got white seats Stuck, we can't breathe Our blood stains are covered up clean Still, you won't bury us breathing You crawl don't preach And you burn through ten million a season Slip and slide, they crush down like Katrina Got these visions nobody believes in You crawl don't preach Gasoline in your eyes Would you mind? From the mouth of a leech Bright eyes ain't covered in bleach Got our hands all bleeding You ain't got no taste for the new beat We're shut down, we don't pass out Cut down we still catch light You're so out of touch and now you'll nеver know We're washing it off likе it never was We cut that into fashion Fuck that, we'll get mansions No more slices Wiped out blank, we keep beating We'll keep the demons burning in the ceiling I see green in your eyes Your sermon ain't done shit We're stirring your gut still Got our hands all bleeding Broke your tongue with that cheap talk Now you're in the black fading We're shut down, we don't pass out Cut down we still carry your sins like a cigarette Bury your grounds and your silhouette We cut that into fashion Never going to catch us Never going past us Shit, you ain't got passion I won't be there inside now I won't bow down, change up these two sides I'd like to draw this line, it's in my bones I'd backslide You've got no suite left You ain't got no gold whip We got into something that we can't write Can't hide, you'll never get back inside You're so out of line now Straight out You've got no taste for the new beat Now cut that into fashion Fuck that, we'll get mansions Carry your sins like a cigarette Like a silhouette We've got it open now We've got it over now