Thrash Talker from Pink Pill by Warm Bodies Night Drive

I seek under your eyes
Cause they shut like nails
They elongate the prize
Of beauty frail
Hearts they shake in twine with little pill
And when you break my mind
Are you my refill?

Peek inside the void
Of tangent eyes
You seek and then destroy
What's ethereal and frail

What is it to bear?
From distant tears,
Is any one out there?
I'm just thrashing here!!!

Nobody denies
I'm your kind of wine..
Delicate but fine with little to thrill,

Take my place and dine
Our burning passions,
Of innocent sublime
All dipped in acid!

Little much to mind
The delicate will..
To come and redefine
My estatic feel.
And very much refined
estortic plastic
Come with me to find
My eyes ballistic

Thrash talker
Thrash talker
You say
Chris tucker
Chris tucker
Quit talking you sucker! x4

Avoid
The void
Galactic eyes

Tucked
Away
Blackened iris..

Stay
Invade
These views obscene..

Now
You see
Just what I mean.. x2

Thrash talker
Thrash talker
(You say..)
Chris Tucker
Chris Tucker
Quit talking you sucker! x2

Tucked
Away
Beneath your eyes

Blocked
And chained
Your never mine

Just
A taste
Proficient wine

Blot
Decayed
My aviary bind

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• dark ambient
• experimental rock
• minimal synth punk
• Potomac