my tourniquet return to me salvation my God my tourniquet return to me salvation i want to die!!! my God my tourniquet return to me salvation my God my tourniquet
ever spoil but flies will always lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me make your victim my head you never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet
The onion's in the fat And the bacon's bought the bat And the Posie's never even near the picture Now where to went that rotten egg For feelin' up my
Makeshift tourniquet will serve as your answer. Clutch paramedic will be your constant call. Keep alive all of your people. They all need someone to bleed
You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet Take out Take out From me I am your tourniquet Not even I believed in me I am your tourniquet
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just to spit in my mouth soon you'll be gone and the rain will was you away tucked in and gagged now say your prayers Lipstick tourniquets work when
God help me, god help me, god help me, I've fallen farther that you know. And I cant help to stop this blood flow. And you could be my tourniquet, and
too lost?" My God, my tourniquet Return to me salvation My God, my tourniquet Return to me salvation Return to me salvation I long to die My God, my tourniquet
never wanted it to ever spoil But flies will lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me Make your victim, my neck You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet
the sickness away from your eyes make it worth your while Well it's gone and it's over now You never thought that it would come Tourniquet sort of ties
lost My God, my tourniquet Return to me, salvation My God, my tourniquet Return to me, salvation Return to me, salvation I long to die My God, my tourniquet
Silently vanishing, then reappearing Slipping away for a while Start dematerializing before your eyes Always a step from our grasp At the turn of the
The world is quick to tell us The media compels us For me to have and you to not Is the difference in our lot If you must compound your joy Then you must
Don't even try to tell me what prayer is for My Genie in a bottle needs to give me some more And when this mess is over-I don't need Him anymore I'll
Collect the skeletal remains Of long dead memories To line this rotting hole I've made inside me A scarred and twisted soul is all I've got to show For
