Killson G-loc
Stretched on silver strings
I'm striping away your eyes
I've got some wings to seam
Reprising feels so wise
I'm gonna wade into your offence
I will deny everything i'll do
It always tastes so f..cking perfect
And i'm over my head
But you caught me red-handed
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm losing control
When i feel i'm addicted
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm feeling my bones
Fed up with atmosphere
I blast into the lights
Like tepid water burns
I scream out my reprise
I'm gonna wade into your offence
I will deny everything i'll do
It always tastes so f..cking perfect
And i'm over my head
But you caught me red-handed
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm losing control
When i feel i'm addicted
And i'm feeling my bones
And i'm feeling my bones
