"Shadow Wick: Murderholics" lyrics

"Shadow Wick: Murderholics"
(feat. Caleb Hyles)

My tears never lie
They don't know how to speak
They stirred a surging tide
The day I met John Wick
He keeps his sorrows sealed
Like all the toughest boys
I feel me in his feels
I hear me in his voice

He said somebody killed his dog
Maria's also almost like a dog
I mean, more like I was her pet
When I was good she stroked my head
They're gonna pay for all the pain we've got
For his dead wife and my confusing plot
For his Mustang and for Sonadow art
For making the Latina chicks too hot!

So let's go murdering killing people
Let's unalive them in the head
The reason why is so very simple
Because we don't like feeling sad
What do you mean we can talk it out
Forming words makes me more mad
And when we're mad we go killing people
We gonna murder 'till they're dead

We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder till they're dead
We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder till they're dead
We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder till they're dead
We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder till they're dead

We're not proud and a little sorry
But what's the point of regret
With a dark enough backstory
It's not a sin, they'll understand
They know our pain needs no confession
They've all been there, they know the drill
Denial, bargaining, depression
Then grab a gun and shoot to kill

John is so cool he doesn't even talk
Maybe I should also try this

Okay I didn't like it

I need my voice to say it's not a phase
The strands of sorrow leave a sour taste
They're growing on my chest and on his face
A bitter garnish for your psyche

So let's go murdering killing people
Let's unalive them in the head
The reason why is so very simple
Because we don't like feeling sad
"You want a pic of my Chaos Spear?"
I asked a girl, got left on "read"
When we're on read we go killing people
We gonna murder till they're dead

We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder till they're dead
We don't like feeling sad
We gonna pew! Pew pew! Pew pew!
We gonna pow! Pow pow! Pow pow!
We gonna murder till they're dead
We don't like feeling sad
We gonna murder

From the Red Circle Club
To the Green Hill Zone
All the world's fading out
They're all dead and gone
They can't hurt me no more
How come I'm still sad?
Guess no Chaos Control
Gets you out your head


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