Famine or disease
par Finch
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You got a need to suffer
Prepare to duck and cover
It´s coming to you
Words are unnecessary
When you are dead and buried
Does it matter to you?
You´ve got a need to suffer
Set fire to your lover
It´s coming to you
No sense of precedent that
Hate is the evidence that
It all points to you
You cant view the shoreline from the sea
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better off dead
You´ve got a need to suffer
Set fire to your brother
It´s coming to you
No sense of precedent that
Hate is the evidence that
It all points to you
You can´t tell famine from disease
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better off dead
You turn it off cos it turns you on
We all burn up under the sun
We´re looking for you, I said
We´re looking for you
You turn it off cos it turns me on
We all burn up under the sun
We´re looking for you, I said
We´re fucking looking for you
What´s wrong again?
What´s wrong again?
It´s our chance to make you suffer
We´re looking for you
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better of dead, dead, dead
Prepare to duck and cover
It´s coming to you
Words are unnecessary
When you are dead and buried
Does it matter to you?
You´ve got a need to suffer
Set fire to your lover
It´s coming to you
No sense of precedent that
Hate is the evidence that
It all points to you
You cant view the shoreline from the sea
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better off dead
You´ve got a need to suffer
Set fire to your brother
It´s coming to you
No sense of precedent that
Hate is the evidence that
It all points to you
You can´t tell famine from disease
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better off dead
You turn it off cos it turns you on
We all burn up under the sun
We´re looking for you, I said
We´re looking for you
You turn it off cos it turns me on
We all burn up under the sun
We´re looking for you, I said
We´re fucking looking for you
What´s wrong again?
What´s wrong again?
It´s our chance to make you suffer
We´re looking for you
Now I wondered through the day
This fucking look upon my face
Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
Now you´re better of dead, dead, dead