Vicious from Five Eyes by Adore

I see your sorry two faces you wear all of the time
Your lies will suffer you
Your lies will suffer you

But New York cares
It’s up to me now
It’s up to me now
The thought of killing you
The thought of cutting off your head
As you would do to me
As you would do to me

All of these broken dreams
All of these broken bodies
All of these hopeless means
The will to dominate
A target comfortably rests on your chest in red light
Stolen harm from me

Stolen harm from me

New York cares
It’s up to me now
It’s up to me now
The thought of dying like you
A martyr dead before old age
Flayed, drawn and quartered knave
Put down by vengeance

• Punk
• alternative
• hardcore
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