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33 Seconds Of Sanity
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Yes I'm two faced
I am smiling to put you at ease
But inside I am counting the ways to make you bleed
I never wanted it to be like this
But you took this heart and crushed it with your fist
Now my thoughts are slowly tearing you apart – piece by piece
I've never felt so cold
I've never felt so alone
I've never felt so alive
Now we'll leave it without words
We'll settle this with violence
C'mon, give it all you've got
We'll settle this with bullets
Go ahead, take your best shot

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All these seductive angels and my wretched devils
They never knew me or what I was capable of
Yet they longed for the taste of my lips
All these seductive angels and my wretched devils
Your arms out and palms up to the sky
Say your prayers
Take no prisoners
Single shots to the head
This will never cease
Not until the last one is dead
I must kill the all and leave no one alive
You better say your prayers
Your life ends tonight
Leave no one alive

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Some worship me like a god
Some think I'm just a low life sleaze
So I'm a god or maybe a sleaze
Either way you'll end up on your knees
Shut your mouth and don't flatter yourself
I don't give a fuck about what you really need
All I want is the sex
All I want is your sex
All I want is her sex
Where's my goddamn drink?
You've got a pretty mouth
So get down and stay down where you belong
On your knees
I don't want to have to hit you again

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Hell bent on revenge every fucking day
I must destroy you once and for all
Not a day has passed when I haven't thought of killing you
Now I've got you right where I want you
There is no escape
You will remember this face
Not a moment has passed when I haven't thought of killing you
Thought you could run
Thought you could hide from me
Thought you coculd get away with what you did to me
But I won't let you live

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You are so beautiful
Doped up and numbingly, willingly sedated
Lifeless and glass eyes gaze into a lonely world of casualties
Your body lay broken on the cold bathroom floor
Your body lay broken
You were so beautiful
Looking for thrills with open arms and vcnomous smile
Your life equated only agony
For years breathing tragedy
Go to sleep my darling
Never may you wake again
I promise this is for your own good
You were so gutless
You were so callous
You were so spineless
You fucking deserve this

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I wish I could take back every word I said to you
Wish I could take back every promise made to you
I wish I could take it back
I feel so filthy
I can smell you in the sheets
My skin will never come clean
I feel so sick inside
I feel dirty right now
I can't stand it

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Pretty With The Lights Off

[No lyrics]

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So I'm misogynistic?
Call me what you wish
But I know and you know she was asking for it
Got my match and a gallon of gasoline
I will burn every bridge that's in between
Burn it, burn it all to the ground
So I am homicidal?
Call me what you will
I can't help the fact that I was born to kill
It's getting hot in here
You are dead in my hands
You are dead in my eyes
You are dead in my heart
You are dead to this world

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I was just another target
I was just (was I just?) the next victim
She stabbed me over and over with her sharpened lies
Those eyes cut like the blade of a knife
Craved my flesh with her razor tongue
Such barbed and serrated words
You saw right through me
Ripped right through me
I am not a target
I am not a victim
You can't have me

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Stand up and face your enemy
You cowards – face your enemy
Please don't even open your mouth
I already know what's going to come out
You made a mistake I won't let you make again
This ends right now
Liars like you live the shortest lives
I came for the showdown
Brought hell on my heels
I came for a war tonight
Crush you under my wheels
Eat my fucking dust

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She said “I hate your fucking guts”
Okay, are you done now
I've got a life to live and you've got yours
And I bet it's a busy life living like a whore
Got all the most popular people to please
Always conducting business down on your knees
So pretty, so plastic and so cliché
You've become a dime a dozen
Just another of the ordinary
Go on put your mouth where the money is

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33 Seconds Of Sanity

[No lyrics]

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