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ZEBRAHEAD lyrics : "Brixton"

Started off as I fall in a ball of flame burning out on your sentiment
It's all in vain
Shot your 44. caliber

Words with aim
You mighta killed the heart but you left the brain
Devastated and I hate it see your eyes are insane

Gray and dissipate buiolding just like rust on a chain drained
Dislocated echo in the things you say
You might have killed the heart but you left the brain

Your words are making me sick
No more lies
Enough with your rhetoric, whoa-oh

What do you got to hide?
Whoa-oh
You're dead inside

What a wonderful lie
Don't you feel alive?
Whoa-oh

What do ya got to hide?
Whoa-oh
You're dead inside

What a wonderful lie
Don't you feel alive?
Cut away

Cut it all away now
Cut me off
At the pass, as OI hydroplane

Crashing down from your promises, all were fake
Shot your 44. caliber
Words with aim

You mighta killed the heart
But you left the brain
Formulated and I'm fated to withstand the pain

Wave of generated conscience from the edge of a blade
Feigned and fabricated echo in the things you say
You might have killed the heart

But you left the brain
Switch all the lights off
Tell me what you want from me

Take my time and my energy
Turning you heart off
Come about so easily

It's not enough
But it's plenty
Bleed in the black out

You said you'd be there for me
Now you're gone and we're history
Screaming you lungs out

Say you want what's best for me
Give it up
You abandoned me

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