Prison Tattoos from rock bottom by Tim Makes Music
Tracklist
| 3. | Prison Tattoos | 3:24 |
Lyrics
I want
prison tattoos in the shape of the moon underneath the knot in my shoulder,
the one that gets larger everyday, it gets harder and gets colder.
I swear the voice in my head has been conspiring with the
devil who camps on my neck.
They will stage a guerrilla rebellion once I've
grown too weak to fight back.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
Whenever it rains, it pours.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling,
I wonder if I am next,
I wonder if I am next.
The mirror has shattered,
I know what that means,
Seven more years of bad luck.
Add it to tab, I've already lost track
of all the spilt salt and black cats.
They say your body's a temple, well then mine's a crusade:
An unholy war against life, or maybe death.
And the king burnt his castle and murdered the queen,
and left the court Jester to clean.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
Whenever it rains, it pours.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling,
I wonder if I am next,
I wonder if I am next.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
I feel a storm in my bones.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling
I wonder if I am next
I wonder if I am next
I wonder if I
