Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloodsucker, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Artificial Selection, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Bloodsucker |
Check your ballot and vote this dick, right? |
You gotta eat, right? |
You gotta eat, right? |
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 |
Somehow, you can breathe somehow |
What a waste of paradise, sucking life |
You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical |
Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain |
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 |
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 |
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 |
I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should |
Popcorn in my belly tells me you’re 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 |
The only reason I’m alive is waiting for the A. I |
To do some tight shit and lemme suck its fucking dick |
She like it puffy and comfy and lumpy |
Go make your ass a frumpy dumpy, bro |
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 |