Cut Off My Wings And Come Lock Me Up
Bring Me The Horizon- Doomed B.B.: It's an underground garage. There's a small stage set up in the middle. There's a live band and behind i,t is a pricy-looking rig. There are hundreds of people here. Gambling, money, drugs, mosh pits. It's a little slice of hell. Suddenly, I feel a little overdressed. A little too fancy. I stand out against the criminal contrast. An entitled prep b***h brushing up against the lower class with a f*****g insatiable taste for survivors. The reaper is revealing inside of me. She's not hungry but she wants to play in the shadows and there are plenty of them down here. Her presence is dominant and overpowering of every dark soul around us. It feels good. A little too good. Mom did say it would be when and not if. "Jesus Christ," Victor belts out as my eyes
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