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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Desolated
Desolated
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Richy Unsworth
Richy Unsworth
Songwriter:in
Charlie Thorpe
Charlie Thorpe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Will Putney
Will Putney
Produzent:in

Lyrics

One more word 'til it gets hostile
Forgive an inch
They take a mile
Preached for a minute
Now you got my attention
'Til I stand the fuck up with the worst intention
Little fake try-hard running up in my mentions
Still pushing all your luck 'til you’re building the tension
This is warfare, traitors get smoked out
Swallow your pride until you get choked out
Lying, leeching, snaking little snitch, fucking coward
When I feed you to the dogs, you’ll get nothing but
Devoured.
What the fuck will you do
When you know
To spread your bullshit it just takes two
Then it’s through
And clichés run true
No matter where you go, you’ve got eyes on you
You’re the plague
Word will spread
Dirt on your name, warrant on your head
This is a lesson, mark my words
Your voice will never be heard
One step
Don’t give me a reason
From dust you came
Into dust you must return
One step
In the wrong direction
No excuses
No questions asked
Written by: Charlie Thorpe, Richy Unsworth
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