Vendetta Red
forgetiquette
Select language to translate this lyric
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent
I think of cancer as I put one to my
Cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust
Voices spin and resonate inside
This old phone booth shelters me from these lonely streets
If only god would grant me strength to call you
Just three words could help me slake this poison lust
Esoteric memory you're an eyesore now
Grab your handle twist your blade deep in my wound
- Album:
- Scripture (EP)
- Light Year Anniversary
- Miscellaneous
- Sisters of the Red Death
- Between the Never and the Now
- White Knuckled Substance
- Blackout Analysis
- Bim Sherman Compilation
- Cut Your Noose
- Summer Rocks
- WBCN 4: 20 II: More Hits
- The Loveless Records Lucky 13
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 110: March 2003
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 47
- Shatterday
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, October 2003
- 6 Kisses: A Blatant Reminder of Why We Are Alive
- Silhouette Serenade [EP]
- Alternative Times, Volume 63
- Zumiez 2.1