The October Tradition lyrics

Song information

Artist: Southcott
Album: Flee The Scene

Lyrics

And this is fleeting
This sick, sickness I'm seeking
With tire tread tired eyes
A crooked smile
You'd love, to defile

Don't let me down
With my ear to the ground
I can hear the earth sigh
At the sight of your insides
As you hide behind the lies that
You so desperately tell

Fists pummeling like cruise ships
And motorcycle teeth
That are humming between
Our breaths, and rest
To the beat
Of these simple streets