letra de idle hands - milemarker
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i’ve got spit, so we can get to it. i’ve got tears for the times when i rue it. i’ve got sweat, sometimes i sweat bullets. but blood is the deadliest bodily fluid. your won’ts have no weight, better upgrade to can’ts or these cancerous confidence games don’t stand a chance. you can’t afford the reputation. you can’t ignore the body count. meet me at the blood bank, i’ll withdraw and take you out. i’m a jerk unless i’m working out my circular rants. you’re an angularly mangled victim of circ-mstance. try walking in my shoes. try getting in my pants. an open invitation to lay down and feed the plants
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