Mantichora Lyrics

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside

Blood on the hands

And the guilt could kill a man

Blood on the hands

And the guilt could kill a man

I told that lady trust me

Its all part of the plan

I see red rain, rose, race - mind play games

And its broke not worth my stress my pain

And its old and its gross and its forgotten to most

But for me i jus cant grow up I'll never get out these clothes

I see red rain, rose, race - mind play games

And its broke not worth my stress my pain

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside

Its not important your advice

Likely leave me here to die

Lord it shining i think i want it

Afford it i think i cant

Fuck life I'd rather hang

By rope and by the neck

Make for a pretty chain

Strangling life escapes

Frustrating i like the way

Your really gon make me wait

The death of a loving flame

That flickers and fucking fades

I fucked around with tendencies limiting who i am

Try that shit ever again you'll fingers against your neck

Your fucking with shit you couldn't not possibly understand

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside

Bitter taste aint proud of actions

Fucking bitches making magic

Happen 'magine me jus living lavish act like nothing happened

Mistle toe wont let you go

I'll get you close and grab some rope

And make you mine and fuck five times

And make you none the lesser

Ever think of what its like outside