I Raise My Craving Hands
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โฑ๏ธ 3:27 duration
๐ ID: 8998580
๐ Lyrics
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
The up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
The absence of goals, the lack of control
The absence of aim and the present fame...
The absence of goals, the lack of control
Everyone knows I should be extolled
The absence of aim and the present fame
Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
... it's the game we play...
Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
The up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
The absence of goals, the lack of control
The absence of aim and the present fame...
The absence of goals, the lack of control
Everyone knows I should be extolled
The absence of aim and the present fame
Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
... it's the game we play...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.66] The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
[00:40.56] Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
[00:46.83] The up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
[00:53.14] Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
[01:00.34] I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
[01:19.33] The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
[01:25.67] Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
[01:38.28] The absence of goals, the lack of control
[01:51.70] The absence of aim and the present fame...
[01:58.04] The absence of goals, the lack of control
[02:15.11] Everyone knows I should be extolled
[02:17.98] The absence of aim and the present fame
[02:20.66] Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
[02:25.17] ... it's the game we play...
[02:37.77]
[00:40.56] Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
[00:46.83] The up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
[00:53.14] Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
[01:00.34] I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
[01:19.33] The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
[01:25.67] Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
[01:38.28] The absence of goals, the lack of control
[01:51.70] The absence of aim and the present fame...
[01:58.04] The absence of goals, the lack of control
[02:15.11] Everyone knows I should be extolled
[02:17.98] The absence of aim and the present fame
[02:20.66] Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
[02:25.17] ... it's the game we play...
[02:37.77]