Untitled Song
• Written by PotassiumOverload
why'd you call me here I need to go to bed, I don't owe a debt.
Oops I made a bet a soul was the thread, eyes as red as blood
I see a man beside me and he looks like a professional I don't need a pistol
because gauze doesn't heal bullet wounds he asked me to start
a deal feel like I don't have a hand on the wheel
