Que Sera Lyrics by Foxblood
So let’s raise a glass to our demise
Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties
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So let’s raise a glass to our demise
Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties
There’s a sickness that’s inside me, one I’m far too scared to face
One that bites the hand that feeds and taints the choices that I make
Uncross your heart, leave the light on
You’re already dead
Are you a saving grace, or are you saving face?
The hand that turns the pages seems to have the shakes
Speak to me, preacher, a damn shame to meet you
The whole world’s gone mad, what the hell did they teach you?