Razed in Black - Caught Lyrics
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Caught
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What Are The Lyrics For Caught By Razed in Black?
Quiet, I'm thinking it's kind of difficult
I can't hold up the conversation It's difficult to sympathize My need to resuscitate intensifies The bolt thrust sharp right between my eyes Inside I crumble, perishing, intentionally, explicitly There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can do Nothing I can do 4, 3, 2, 1, boom explosions Deep inside my head It feels as if a tank just fucking tore apart my insides Sometimes I wish that I was dead It's me who's ping ponging back and forth Across this empty space I'd rather be slammed by two Than to take anymore So what's the use So what's the use (so what's the use?) I never said I'd take you down there Never said I'd see it through Yet shit just happens I'll never know what fucking hell has put me through I guess that I deserve the beating The kind that's not intentional Why must I do only things that please me There's definitely no escape I'm caught Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh No [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] Oh Oh No! [I'm caught, Caught in the middle] |
Who Wrote Caught By Razed in Black?
Chris S. Botti
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What's The Duration Of The Caught By Razed in Black?The duration of Caught is 5:13 minutes and seconds. |
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