You're J like judas
Surely you're not that ruthless
You don't wanna do this
Run away and don't come back
I'll set fire to your truck
And make your heart burn black
Touch of a devil
Your hands are your horns
Strike me down
Give me a crown of thorns
Give me as a sacrifice
Sacrifice sacrifice
A way for you to change, like a changing room
Or else you'll be seeing red and blue
Like your father
Like your father
Joshua
Don't come back here no more
I've glued the windows and locked the doors
You've taken my innocence, the box of dinosaurs
You ain't, you ain't ever takin no more
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Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019
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