Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheater, artist - Atena. Album song Possessed, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Indie
Song language: English
Cheater |
Coming home, early |
What’s with the open door? |
Where’s the front key? |
Static on the phone |
Can’t shake the thought |
House should be empty this hour |
She’s not alone, what the fuck? |
My picture watching you fuck, from the frame |
On the walls that you tore down |
He’s tainted your body, I don’t share |
I’ll stab you and I’ll fuck your open wound instead |
How much money to be loyal, huh? |
How many likes to be loyal, huh? |
How much attention to be loyal, huh? |
It’s not enough? |
It’s not enough? |
I work all fucking day being loyal bringing money |
While I’m slaving for a future for the kids |
For the momentary bliss |
When I come home but you treat me like shit |
We promised blue skies |
But we ended up living a lie |
I should have planned the census |
I should have locked you in |
This stone paved path now broken |
You let him taste your skin |
My picture watching you fuck, from the frame |
On the walls that you tore down |
He’s tainted your body, I don’t share |
I’ll stab you and I’ll fuck your open wound instead |
Unfaithful, unclean |
There’s nothing left to sever |
The scratch marks on his back |
My scars forever |
You’ll get the fucking money |
You’ll get the fucking gold |
Always first to clear the site |
Where my possessions fall |
VULTURE |
Looking out for yourself only |
Always looking for the kill |
Circling till I run out of power |
Making me suffer still |
No matter what she taught you |
What ethics might have stuck with you |
She don’t even bother to stay true to herself |
Forget it, just forget it |
Mother doesn’t love you anymore |
You’ll get the fucking money |
You’ll get the fucking gold |
Always first to clear the site |
Where my possessions fall |
You’ll get the fucking money |
You’ll get the fucking gold |
Always first to clear the site |
Where my possessions fall |