Possession of a Weapon

[00:00.000] 作词 : Ashton Nicole Casey/Daniela Lalita/Oscar Scheller
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ashton Nicole Casey/Daniela Lalita/Oscar Scheller
[00:15.934] Eyes in the sky crying geysers
[00:21.535] How dare I have private desires
[00:26.799] Don’t rain on my papier-mâché
[00:32.591] Don’t rain on it, don’t rain on it
[00:38.461] Possession of the pussy weapon
[00:44.281] My sacral chakra heaven’s threatened
[00:49.765] It’s just flesh, it’s just flesh
[00:55.337] I can be grotesque, move my body like chess
[01:05.832] So you’re scared of me now huh?
[01:11.361] So you’re scared of me now huh?
[01:16.412] Oh, you’re scared of me
[01:22.128] Oh, you’re scared of me
[01:24.369] Eyes in the sky crying geysers
[01:29.909] How dare I have private desires
[01:35.470] Don’t rain on my papier-mâché
[01:41.186] Don’t rain on it, don’t rain on it
[01:47.312] Say you want my body, let me give it to you
[01:50.053] Is that what you want, blood and guts?
[01:52.976] Pussy teeth to imprison you
[01:55.710] Little pills I don’t wanna get high
[01:58.680] I feel an ache where my mind was
[02:01.913] I try to think but it’s no use
[02:04.764] Tumbleweed, bloody knees
[02:07.119] I would crawl through broken glass to get home
作词 : Ashton Nicole Casey/Daniela Lalita/Oscar Scheller
作曲 : Ashton Nicole Casey/Daniela Lalita/Oscar Scheller
Eyes in the sky crying geysers
How dare I have private desires
Don’t rain on my papier-mâché
Don’t rain on it, don’t rain on it
Possession of the pussy weapon
My sacral chakra heaven’s threatened
It’s just flesh, it’s just flesh
I can be grotesque, move my body like chess
So you’re scared of me now huh?
So you’re scared of me now huh?
Oh, you’re scared of me
Oh, you’re scared of me
Eyes in the sky crying geysers
How dare I have private desires
Don’t rain on my papier-mâché
Don’t rain on it, don’t rain on it
Say you want my body, let me give it to you
Is that what you want, blood and guts?
Pussy teeth to imprison you
Little pills I don’t wanna get high
I feel an ache where my mind was
I try to think but it’s no use
Tumbleweed, bloody knees
I would crawl through broken glass to get home