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Snitches Get Stitches

from Guilt Complex by Wieuca

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Paranoia wraps my skull in terror
cracked glass riddled across the tile
and your smile is a tear in your face
and your face is a target with two bullseyes on it

Now you're living on your cousin's couch in the ghetto
Se vende drogas para comprar su sexo
He packing heat man, that's some heavy metal
try to maintain and mind your own business
you know it gets vicious. Snitches get stitches.

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
I've known pleasure and I know pain
I know tomorrow will be the same
There's no way out

A pile of bones in a Metallica shirt
s(p)lit the new day open, wait for it to drop
dirt-colored hair looking real slick
drip the drink down til it makes you sick

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
Look at the plants on the window,
grow jealous of their simple mindless existence
No way out

Every minute a marathon of fear, a universe of terror
and there's no way out
Deprivation is a virtue
A little pain couldn't hurt you
man there's no way out

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from Guilt Complex, released July 14, 2017
Partly tracked at Studio 1093 by some college dorks

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