Hyperdontia - No Main Vocals
GHOST
GENRE *Instrumental*
Count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don't want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you're crying again
*Instrumental*
*quietly* Wash them off the memories
And make up for forgotten years
*loudly* Pull 'em out and
And and
Wash them off the memories
Tear 'em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
*Instrumental*
Count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don't want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you're crying again
*Instrumental*
All your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
THEY NEVER CAME OUT
I realize, before my eyes
A situation irreversible
And my demise is unavoidable
There’s gotta be something more
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
*Instrumental*
And on the count of three, I need to get out
Two, three, oh, there's nothing left here
I don't want my infection spreading
Oh my god, I'm crying again
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don't want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you're crying again
*Instrumental*
*quietly* Wash them off the memories
And make up for forgotten years
*loudly* Pull 'em out and
And and
Wash them off the memories
Tear 'em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
*Instrumental*
Count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don't want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you're crying again
*Instrumental*
All your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
THEY NEVER CAME OUT
I realize, before my eyes
A situation irreversible
And my demise is unavoidable
There’s gotta be something more
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
*Instrumental*
And on the count of three, I need to get out
Two, three, oh, there's nothing left here
I don't want my infection spreading
Oh my god, I'm crying again
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
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