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last breath - extinct lyrics

[morgues]
gun to my head
(gun to my head)
i’m making bread
(making that bread)
burn that sh*t down
(down to the ground)
i’m like a clown
(like a clown)
all of these sounds
(all of these sounds)
are getting too loud
(too loud)
i’m full of dread
(i’m full of dread)
i’m better off dead
(better off dead)

[extinct]
i wanna slit your throat
and watch you f*cking bleed out
you pig
you are dead to me

perched at the top
i’m ready to drop
my senses are ting*a*ling
don’t want to re*live a thing
too late to stop me
cannot go back to how
i have been feeling
these past months
lift up my feet
i’m falling
drop to the ground
ain’t no sound from me
i’m on my way to death
take my last brеath
hold it in
b*tch i’m fiending
scheming
nevеr dreaming
always sleeping
for*ever creeping (this is my end)
well you can find me on the block
with the glock up to my head
pulling the trigger so i’m dead
f*ck f*ck

- extinct lyrics

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