Lyrics Deaththreat - Superjoint Ritual

Deaththreat

One, two
One, two, three, four
I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn’t take long
You could time me like a whore
If I had six, you’d swear I had a thousand
You can mop me up in the morning
Cold, then fire, then cold, it’s relentless
The headache of old, is the last of the importance
I’ll have then another
Its too late to stop the glut
I’ll go till my eyes roll shut, I’m fucked
Cold, then fire, then cold, it’s relentless
Desperate buck, a spinning room
Awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips
A broken wrist, a death threat
Desperate buck, a spinning room
Awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips
A broken wrist, a death threat
Desperate buck, a spinning room
Awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips
A broken wrist, a death threat
A death threat, a death threat
A death threat, a death threat, now
One, two, three, four