Song parody of
Bloodroom
by Liarstarter
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Set your morning star
On the side of my stage.
Your chest is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Language on a streak.
Single-digit probability gives you the creeps.
She told me disco sucks,
I told her she could fuck off.
How many eyes do I have to feel?
I wanna die, do you wanna kill?
Comfort over pressure.
Set your morning star
On the bad side of my stage.
Your neck is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Testing my resolve.
Chase me down the freeway.
Grip the gear and make your way back down.
Let the engine take control.
Stay the course and make your way inbound.
Backwards in direction.
Going twice the speed.
Twice just to repeat.
Strapped into the backseat.
Gnawing on the buckle.
Going twice the speed.
Twice just to repeat.
She told me disco sucks,
I told her hey, no love lost.
No.
How many eyes do I have to feel?
If I wanna die, would you wanna kill?
Comfort overpressure.
Set your morning star
On the bad side of my stage.
Your head is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Testing my resolve.
With your language on a streak.
Set your morning star
On the side of my stage.
Your chest is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Language on a streak.
Single-digit probability gives you the creeps.
She told me disco sucks,
I told her she could fuck off.
How many eyes do I have to feel?
I wanna die, do you wanna kill?
Comfort over pressure.
Set your morning star
On the bad side of my stage.
Your neck is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Testing my resolve.
Chase me down the freeway.
Grip the gear and make your way back down.
Let the engine take control.
Stay the course and make your way inbound.
Backwards in direction.
Going twice the speed.
Twice just to repeat.
Strapped into the backseat.
Gnawing on the buckle.
Going twice the speed.
Twice just to repeat.
She told me disco sucks,
I told her hey, no love lost.
No.
How many eyes do I have to feel?
If I wanna die, would you wanna kill?
Comfort overpressure.
Set your morning star
On the bad side of my stage.
Your head is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Testing my resolve.
With your language on a streak.
