Third Person Shooter versuri

Third Person Shooter lyrics by Rose Wine

Every minute, every hour
Another child dies in the arms of their mother
Every day, every week
I’m being shot… in the third person

Put me in the perfect mold
My curves are in the wrong places
And my breasts are too small
Maybe if I were in the person

Third-person shooter
Third-person shooter

Don’t you love me, darling?
Why do you wanna rid yourself of me?
You hung my corpse on a chandelier
Surrogate mothеr

Third-person shooter
Third-person shootеr
Third-person shooter (Why must, why must, why must)
Third-person shooter (Why must, why must, why must)