All Your Friends Testo

Testo All Your Friends

All your friends, they run from you
Cause you've always got a bone to chew
And then you spit them out all black and blue
They get sick at the very sight of you, the sight of you

All your friends are talking loud
And they're passing notes around the crowd
And soon enough a mouth will leak them out
To cut your words from where they sprout, rot you inside out
And I've got thoughts I can't control
They twist my mind and break my soul
And they make the morning sun feel cold
And turn my purist thoughts to stone, these thoughts are stone

Your words will swallow you whole