Shut the Fuck Up - Sycamour

Lover, you are my tantamount

Keeping my feet on solid ground

And I need you, oh I do

But I don’t need your fear

You’re the new face of death

The face of endless torment

It’s where your war is and where your life will end

At the hands of peasant’s son

You think you’ll run

But I know where you hide

Among the rats and snakes and faithless men

«Oh, father pray for me»

They’ve filled me with lies to the brim (to the brim)

Shit

Down in the city, ain’t got no water

I’ve gotta be the man, I can for my daughter

I’m coming out tomorrow

Lie to me baby, I’m afraid

I’m coming out tomorrow either way

Either way, oh

We are the new face of death

So, take a good hard look

We’re underneath your skin

We want the lives you too, k paid for in red

Got you looking underneath your bed

For this monster you created

So get bent, all out of shape

I’ll fucking break you

All out of shape

I’ll fucking break you

All out of shape

I’ll fucking break you

All out of shape

I’ll fucking break you

If you’re out here to run

If you’re out here to run, then shut the fuck up

I’m coming out tomorrow

Lie to me baby, I’m afraid

I’m coming out tomorrow either way

Either way, oh

Lover, you are my Antebellum

Seizure over the weaker of me