"Cross Your Heart, Hope To Die" lyrics
(Chainsaw Man Song)
(feat. LEECHY)
[Ben Schuller:]
Look at me now
Look at this town
Look on your face while you’re falling to the ground
What do you see?
Trying to breathe
Look at your fate yeah, it's coming back around
The things we do
Preaching to the choir trying to break your noose
But you know that I do not relate to you
Do you feel it coming yet?
Maybe we should go again, oh
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
[LEECHY:]
Devil's knocking at your door, come on, let him come inside
Cross your heart and hope to die, spinning blades, they end your life
Devil's knocking at your door, come on, let him come inside
Cross your heart and hope to die, spinning blades, they end your life
Pull the start, the engine's humming, demons running amok
I lost the peace between my legs, so now I'm left to go nuts
I can't give a fuck, I'll push this chain right down to the stumps
Don't play me a chump, I'm gassed up, and desperate as fuck
I cross your heart with a chainsaw, now I see your insides
A devil resides, deep within, a soul? Couldn't find it
Off the safety, grip the handle, and a smile arises
Once I'm off this fucking leash (there ain't nowhere you can hide from me)
I just need a meal, I swear I'm not evil
A devil, a deal, I'm taking his head
Life isn't fair? Rip and I tear
Don't need a dream while the streets running red
Price on my head I see? Debt to the death of me
Roaring is deafening, bodies, they're dropping
The viscera, carnage, eviscerate armies
And tear down opponents, so fuck what I wanted
From starvation and dragging corpses to scrape by another day
To a bad bitch holding my leash and filling my plate
I'm the perfect fucking weapon, painting red upon these streets
Fuck being normal, my life's better than whatever I could've dreamed
[Ben Schuller:]
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Look at me now
Look at this town
Look on your face while you’re falling to the ground
What do you see?
Trying to breathe
Look at your fate yeah, it's coming back around
The things we do
Preaching to the choir trying to break your noose
But you know that I do not relate to you
Do you feel it coming yet?
Maybe we should go again, oh
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
[LEECHY:]
Devil's knocking at your door, come on, let him come inside
Cross your heart and hope to die, spinning blades, they end your life
Devil's knocking at your door, come on, let him come inside
Cross your heart and hope to die, spinning blades, they end your life
Pull the start, the engine's humming, demons running amok
I lost the peace between my legs, so now I'm left to go nuts
I can't give a fuck, I'll push this chain right down to the stumps
Don't play me a chump, I'm gassed up, and desperate as fuck
I cross your heart with a chainsaw, now I see your insides
A devil resides, deep within, a soul? Couldn't find it
Off the safety, grip the handle, and a smile arises
Once I'm off this fucking leash (there ain't nowhere you can hide from me)
I just need a meal, I swear I'm not evil
A devil, a deal, I'm taking his head
Life isn't fair? Rip and I tear
Don't need a dream while the streets running red
Price on my head I see? Debt to the death of me
Roaring is deafening, bodies, they're dropping
The viscera, carnage, eviscerate armies
And tear down opponents, so fuck what I wanted
From starvation and dragging corpses to scrape by another day
To a bad bitch holding my leash and filling my plate
I'm the perfect fucking weapon, painting red upon these streets
Fuck being normal, my life's better than whatever I could've dreamed
[Ben Schuller:]
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cross your heart, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
Cuts your throat, bleeds you dry 'til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your hear, hope to die, do you feel it coming?
