Shred Up

Oh, keep on calling
I left a trail but as a warning
Oh, it’s dawn here
The moon is crimson and I’m torn thin

I chew on Jasmine, I do it all the time
Obey fury, it costs nothing to lie
Burn your bunches fuck your bridges we’re all next to die

I feel an avalanche sizing up a shift
I feel a thunderstorm between my finger tips
I’m bolting faster than I can re-trip
And I’ve a feeling it’ll all unzip

Seizing on my seismic surrender shrift

I’m riffin’ on it like I’m on my wrists,
I’m rippin’ on it even with my fists
The stinging slits like a kiss
And my palms are sliced to fuckin’ fits
No stitches will fix

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda

Oh, keep on calling,
I left a trail, but as a warning
Oh, it’s dawn here
The moon is crimson my wrists are torn thin

I razored my bone wings off my back yeah I did that
I hunted doves in the snow in Alaska
I died in my wedding tux and then brought it back
I lit up a cathedral as a first attack

I’ve got a line or two I think you’d miss
I’ve got a habit that I can’t desist
I’ve got a wound, it needs lips
And I’m a ravager on a rift

Seizing on my seismic surrender shrift

I’m riffin’ on it like I’m on my wrists,
I’m rippin’ on it even with my fists
The stinging slits like a kiss
And my palms are sliced to fuckin’ fits
No stitches will fix

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda

(Instrumental)

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Get-Get-Get-Get-Get-Get up, Get up, Get up

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