Massacre On The Tip Of A Tongue Lyrics

Dead Words.
Your tongue dances
while basking in the shade
behind that old gossip building.
Unable to commit
to lying in the sun.
The Walls pass it on.
Bullets pass through my ears.
You'll regret everything you said.
Here's some words straight
from the bottom of the barrrel.
I never loved you either.
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Everything we had is dead