Finch - Insomniatic Meat Lyrics
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Insomniatic Meat
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What Are The Lyrics For Insomniatic Meat By Finch?
Oh my god I think I'm blind.
I've found one color won't suffice, You promised, sleep tonight. But I know this, By the curse of the dead, Is to protect all your children. One more, one more, one more than I, To fight off the bad guy Now go to sleep Nightmares make these, Scars of stomaches blooding you. Quicksands, sinking eyes, Makes for heavy sigh. It's painless, it's painless, To float above the earth, like this Tie me to a chair, Subconsciously, surrendering. Now that I'm awake, it's hard for me to make believe. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. This is the worst thing that you have ever done. Blood between the sheets, insomniatic me. (oh) (Catch the liar) Fright of nightmares, leading upstairs, do I follow? (Catch me lying) Tie me to a chair, Subconsciously, surrendering. Now that I'm awake, it's hard for me to make believe This is the worst thing that you've ever done |
Who Wrote Insomniatic Meat By Finch?
Alejandro M. Linares, Alejandro Martinez Linares, Derek Doherty, Marc Edwin Allen, Nathan Barcalow, Randy Strohmeyer
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What's The Duration Of The Insomniatic Meat By Finch?The duration of Insomniatic Meat is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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