Bloodsucker (Tree City Sessions 3) versuri

Versuri Dance Gavin Dance – Bloodsucker (Tree City Sessions 3) lyrics

[Intro: Jon Mess]
Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
You gotta eat, right?
You gotta eat, right?

[Verse 1: Jon Mess]
I’m not looking down and then looking away
I’mma cook a brat like I cook a filet
Nobody out here has been talking to Dave
Will ain’t even liking what you had to say
Do you even love her?
Do you even love her?
That’s your own mother
Bloodsucker

[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Wells]
Somehow, you can breathe somehow
What a waste of paradise, sucking life

[Chorus: Andrew Wells]
You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain

[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
I figure that was another ass hard ass part
My coke’s inside this bloodied rag
I’m in a stats class, smoking backpack pie chart
With a grove of muddy greaser bees

[Refrain: Jon Mess]
Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
You gotta eat, right?
You gotta eat, right?
Do you even love her?
Do you even love her?
That’s your own mother
Bloodsucker

[Chorus: Andrew Wells, Andrew Wells & Jon Mess]
You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
Face facts, you’d love to be attacked
The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain

[Bridge: Andrew Wells, Jon Mess]
I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should
Narcissistic Machiavelli tells me he’s misunderstood
Wait, I feel nothing
Am I becoming desensitized to virtue touting?
Judgments, they’re scowling
Pigeons, they’re howling
Nobody stops to listen
,You gotta be on alcohol to hang out in a shopping mall
There’s nothing left to buy that isn’t cheaper online
Only reason I’m alive is waiting for the A.I
Do some tight shit and lemme suck its fucking dick
I like it puffy and comfy and lumpy
Go make your ass a frumpy dumpy, bro

[Chorus: Andrew Wells, Andrew Wells & Jon Mess]
You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
Face facts, you’d love to be attacked
The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
Can’t take it back, accusations, fact
Denial becomes evidence to crucify the innocent
Settled in the victim’s role, he’ll anguish in the pain