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Absolute Terror Field letra


With my gold flake saber tooth
Chew em up, spit em out
Heat seeking money shot
Jackals on the prowl
Lookin for that loving feeling
With a bell around her neck she's a discord kitten with a saber tooth
Chew me up, spit me out
Keep taking money shots
Hornets in your mouth
Chasing thrills, but never winning
While I'm running from the pain but they don't stop stingin

Silent venom, secret hex
Weaponizing my regret
I never face the emptiness of my love till it's damage control
Your rainbow laser vision
My heart of gold covered in mud
Holding my tongue

Dragging my feet across your face while
I'm chasing my little dreams into the jaws of a dying hour
(My dreams! Your dreams! They don't mean anything!)
And don't it feel so good?
Climbing your way out of the jungle
To get a little, to get a little, to get a little

Get a little gold flake holy water
Lick it up, spit it out
Hypnotize, baptize
Make her wet for Jesus now
Lookin for that loving feeling
With a bell around her neck she's a banshee screamin all that evil junk
Lick it up, spit it out
Keep takin money shots
Devil's in your mouth
Chasing thrills, but never winning
While I'm running from the pain but he don't stop singing

Spoken venom, secret spell
Fallen angels couldn't tell
I never face the barren waste of my love till it's damage control
I fixate on a vision
Your heart of gold swept away
Drowned in the flood

Dragging your feet across my face
While you're chasing your little dreams into the jaws of a dying hour
(My dreams! Your dreams! They don't mean anything!)
And don't it feel so good?
Climbing your way up and out the jungle
Looking for another

Our little dreams into the jaws of a dying hour
(My dreams! Your dreams! They don't mean anything!)
And don't it feel so good?
Climbing your way out of the jungle
To get a little, to get a little, to get a little

My dreams! Your dreams! They don't mean anything!
And everybody living with a monster will pretend!
My dreams! Your dreams! They don't mean anything!
And everybody living with a monster!
Monster!
Monster!

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