Trap Them - Threatnurse lyrics

rate me

orget about that film

That one with te rounds we make

With the guns we hold up to the temples we build

And from what I recall

It ended on a sour note

Just like that call where the rug was pulled from underneath you

You're not going to last, mr. axe-grinder

Not like this

With your general store know how and your future all lodged in plastic

They make suits for your weekdays so that you can decide

Which one looks best for you to buried in

Constant rotation

Unending relief?

With the culture you speak?

Not on your fucking life ( or lack thereof)

Guard up

We're about to choose sides

And get on with out headlines