Swine on her feet
And a broken smile shes accepted defeat
Mistakes exist
Due to the fact of your broken wrist
She hates again
Ate a few hours earlier but she devours ten
That sickening child
Hard to admit that shes a vile degenerate
Hard to admit that there's an inch of intelligence
His fascist lies
Truth be told they've devoured her mind
Smooth patch of skin
On a fat slab of flesh yes we'll educate your kin
This week it could
Could be the week of the weak being cleansed for good
She has no doubt
Thoughts of love yet so clouded with clout
Swine on her feet
Trapsed through the mud to get a little bit closer
Softly she weeps
Another false promise does not indulge her
Two broken wrists
Lies limp in the dark nothing brisk about her
Lips keep quiet
Air so silent you could slice the tension
She asked for help
And now shes feeling bad about her good intentions x3
Peeping Drexels - The Hate Lyrics
Peeping Drexels - The Hate Lyrics
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Swine on her feet
And a broken smile shes accepted defeat
Mistakes exist
Due to the fact of your broken wrist
She hates again
Ate a few hours earlier but she devours ten
That sickening child
Hard to admit that shes a vile degenerate
Hard to admit that there's an inch of intelligence
His fascist lies
Truth be told they've devoured her mind
Smooth patch of skin
On a fat slab of flesh yes we'll educate your kin
This week it could
Could be the week of the weak being cleansed for good
She has no doubt
Thoughts of love yet so clouded with clout
Swine on her feet
Trapsed through the mud to get a little bit closer
Softly she weeps
Another false promise does not indulge her
Two broken wrists
Lies limp in the dark nothing brisk about her
Lips keep quiet
Air so silent you could slice the tension
She asked for help
And now shes feeling bad about her good intentions x3
And a broken smile shes accepted defeat
Mistakes exist
Due to the fact of your broken wrist
She hates again
Ate a few hours earlier but she devours ten
That sickening child
Hard to admit that shes a vile degenerate
Hard to admit that there's an inch of intelligence
His fascist lies
Truth be told they've devoured her mind
Smooth patch of skin
On a fat slab of flesh yes we'll educate your kin
This week it could
Could be the week of the weak being cleansed for good
She has no doubt
Thoughts of love yet so clouded with clout
Swine on her feet
Trapsed through the mud to get a little bit closer
Softly she weeps
Another false promise does not indulge her
Two broken wrists
Lies limp in the dark nothing brisk about her
Lips keep quiet
Air so silent you could slice the tension
She asked for help
And now shes feeling bad about her good intentions x3
Writer: Dylan Coates, Finton Hurst, Jacob Bagshaw, Joe Love, Otis Hurst
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: Peeping Drexels
Length: 7:14
Written by: Dylan Coates, Finton Hurst, Jacob Bagshaw, Joe Love, Otis Hurst