no matter how many times i sing this song it always comes out squeaky so sorry about that. it’s called “rabid”
something ugly in you, you also saw in me guess we’re infected with the same disease well i could be your girl, and you could be my baby have a habit of ruining everything
we’re the same, we’re both rabid animals got sick heads and minds, we were both born feral like fields growing high, we’re just those those dark animals the sad things at night we know no control
you like to play with knives and get all cut up had a shotgun and you sawed the barrel off covered up in welts you say you like it rough well no blood for you will ever be enough
we’re the same, we’re both rabid animals got sick heads and minds, we were both born feral like fields growing high, we’re just those those dark animals the sad things at night we know no control
you’re the darkest horse that i’ve ever seen of all the things you fuck, i’m the most empty and no blood for you will ever be enough can’t bury anything without digging it up
