5 acessos
The wicked flicker of your evil eye
Shown me your bad side, your bad side
The stolen vision of the fiction you memorize
Are knives that sharpen up my sky
I fell in your spell
Thrown drunk to drown
In my wishing well
And strangled by the knives that were there to help
One day Ill be back around
Youre wearing thin on skin you infested
Youre a legend to the grave of guests you left undead
So keep your fingers crossed
And watch your back when youre down
Their ain't no magic to the spell Im casting now
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition come around
Youre a Phenomenon in your cold skin
A vision incisionary and yore swollen
Your words sit knee deep in broken blades
But that aint as bad as your overlong stays
Theses seven years in the halls of broken mirrors
And living in fear is gone
Cause the thrill of the fear I found
Was a knife in the back I found
You can only bury someone so far down
Before they grab your neck and twist it around
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition come around
And take em back to hell
You&re wearing thin on skin you infested
Youre a legend to the grave of guests you left undead
BREAKDOWN
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition come around
Superstition keeps on calling
Superstition come around