Immortal Pieces of Me
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โฑ๏ธ 1:56 duration
๐ ID: 9984556
๐ Lyrics
Pieces of me in a bottle
Slivers of glass melt through bullets
Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dark
Enduring prison cell survival
As rats scurry through ashes for my scraps
My shimmering mind from a turn of a hand
Sets the countdown to activate my boiling point
Flashbacks of Hanover street sticks of the eye
From there 'til now sandwiched the war
Do you remember that time
The burning bridges and the burning houses?
Yes, as we slept and crept the streets away
As we looked for people in our prey
Took you fucking down 'til your last day
The war began
But so little compassion was built from the base
1956, Jesus Christ, Allin
Jesus Christ, Allin
And as the time went
You do what you do
The pathical
The pathological eyes are victory's friend
As my irrational thinking leaves me indiscretion
But it will only compensate my vengeful furry
As every 97 cents as shattered illusions
Visuals we keep are long and lonely
As my ambush hits hard on enemy lines
My ambush hits hard on enemy lines
My ambush hits hard
On enemy lines
As society's backfire weakens its link
We must always ready ourselves to engage
And not defect when the duel is on
Think not it will happen and surely it will
But nothing assures immunity
From the immortal pieces of me
Slivers of glass melt through bullets
Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dark
Enduring prison cell survival
As rats scurry through ashes for my scraps
My shimmering mind from a turn of a hand
Sets the countdown to activate my boiling point
Flashbacks of Hanover street sticks of the eye
From there 'til now sandwiched the war
Do you remember that time
The burning bridges and the burning houses?
Yes, as we slept and crept the streets away
As we looked for people in our prey
Took you fucking down 'til your last day
The war began
But so little compassion was built from the base
1956, Jesus Christ, Allin
Jesus Christ, Allin
And as the time went
You do what you do
The pathical
The pathological eyes are victory's friend
As my irrational thinking leaves me indiscretion
But it will only compensate my vengeful furry
As every 97 cents as shattered illusions
Visuals we keep are long and lonely
As my ambush hits hard on enemy lines
My ambush hits hard on enemy lines
My ambush hits hard
On enemy lines
As society's backfire weakens its link
We must always ready ourselves to engage
And not defect when the duel is on
Think not it will happen and surely it will
But nothing assures immunity
From the immortal pieces of me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.45] Pieces of me in a bottle
[00:03.04] Slivers of glass melt through bullets
[00:06.89] Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dark
[00:12.44] Enduring prison cell survival
[00:15.11] As rats scurry through ashes for my scraps
[00:18.40] My shimmering mind from a turn of a hand
[00:21.25] Sets the countdown to activate my boiling point
[00:25.22] Flashbacks of Hanover street sticks of the eye
[00:30.32] From there 'til now sandwiched the war
[00:32.94] Do you remember that time
[00:34.68] The burning bridges and the burning houses?
[00:38.15] Yes, as we slept and crept the streets away
[00:41.98] As we looked for people in our prey
[00:44.94] Took you fucking down 'til your last day
[00:50.34] The war began
[00:51.59] But so little compassion was built from the base
[00:55.49] 1956, Jesus Christ, Allin
[00:59.65] Jesus Christ, Allin
[01:01.64] And as the time went
[01:03.61] You do what you do
[01:04.83] The pathical
[01:06.56] The pathological eyes are victory's friend
[01:10.05] As my irrational thinking leaves me indiscretion
[01:14.56] But it will only compensate my vengeful furry
[01:17.90] As every 97 cents as shattered illusions
[01:22.06] Visuals we keep are long and lonely
[01:25.10] As my ambush hits hard on enemy lines
[01:28.89] My ambush hits hard on enemy lines
[01:32.46] My ambush hits hard
[01:34.98] On enemy lines
[01:36.27] As society's backfire weakens its link
[01:40.12] We must always ready ourselves to engage
[01:43.02] And not defect when the duel is on
[01:45.77] Think not it will happen and surely it will
[01:49.86] But nothing assures immunity
[01:52.14] From the immortal pieces of me
[01:54.45]
[00:03.04] Slivers of glass melt through bullets
[00:06.89] Magnetic fingers bring you up from a dark
[00:12.44] Enduring prison cell survival
[00:15.11] As rats scurry through ashes for my scraps
[00:18.40] My shimmering mind from a turn of a hand
[00:21.25] Sets the countdown to activate my boiling point
[00:25.22] Flashbacks of Hanover street sticks of the eye
[00:30.32] From there 'til now sandwiched the war
[00:32.94] Do you remember that time
[00:34.68] The burning bridges and the burning houses?
[00:38.15] Yes, as we slept and crept the streets away
[00:41.98] As we looked for people in our prey
[00:44.94] Took you fucking down 'til your last day
[00:50.34] The war began
[00:51.59] But so little compassion was built from the base
[00:55.49] 1956, Jesus Christ, Allin
[00:59.65] Jesus Christ, Allin
[01:01.64] And as the time went
[01:03.61] You do what you do
[01:04.83] The pathical
[01:06.56] The pathological eyes are victory's friend
[01:10.05] As my irrational thinking leaves me indiscretion
[01:14.56] But it will only compensate my vengeful furry
[01:17.90] As every 97 cents as shattered illusions
[01:22.06] Visuals we keep are long and lonely
[01:25.10] As my ambush hits hard on enemy lines
[01:28.89] My ambush hits hard on enemy lines
[01:32.46] My ambush hits hard
[01:34.98] On enemy lines
[01:36.27] As society's backfire weakens its link
[01:40.12] We must always ready ourselves to engage
[01:43.02] And not defect when the duel is on
[01:45.77] Think not it will happen and surely it will
[01:49.86] But nothing assures immunity
[01:52.14] From the immortal pieces of me
[01:54.45]