Charged Words
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Lyrics
In my head it makes perfect sense A cautionary tale of sitting on a fence Send your goons to break a turned cheek Our sapphire sockets and pacifist's bleat Your charged words have got me by the wrist Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist I'm scared in a face irate But I won't fight just to break your plate A mealy interior and a bullshit stance Dealing war crimes in repetitious cadence A culprit in the pulpit without rhyme or treason A fallen rioteer with a reason Your charged words have got me by the wrist Turning gold to dirt, reverse alchemist I'm scared in a face irate But I won't fight just to break your plate With your charged words...
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:32
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 107 BPM