Bleeding Through - Mutilation Lyrics
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Mutilation
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What Are The Lyrics For Mutilation By Bleeding Through?
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If these pills could, they would call my name A quick end Suicide becomes so persuasive and dramatic A beautiful face that lays quietly beside me And I'll remember every fucking movement I've lost control And I'm losing control of who I am Nothing seems to fit These words fill a helpless length of time They make no sense, but serve every fucking purpose Into substance Remember my face when I am gone Oh, I've been dead before tonight (Tonight) I've felt your grip of eternity (Eternity) Your grip of reality (Reality) Yeah And I'll remember every movement, and I'll study it like an infection Curse to your embrace Into substance Crushed by your bloody kiss I've been dead before tonight (Tonight) I've felt your grip of eternity Together we sleep in an unmarked pine box Oh Oh, been dead before tonight I've felt your grip of eternity I still remember that first kiss, that first look, that first touch And how it never made sense You built me up just to be broken I've, I've been dead before tonight (Tonight) I've felt your grip of eternity (Eternity) I've been reduced to a fucking substance I've been reduced to a fucking substance |
Who Wrote Mutilation By Bleeding Through?
Brandan Schieppati, Brian Leppke, Derek Wayne Youngsma, Marta Peterson, Ryan Wombacher, Scott Danough
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What's The Duration Of The Mutilation By Bleeding Through?The duration of Mutilation is 3:47 minutes and seconds. |
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