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S.O.S.

Lyrics by Timothy Montera / Performed by Sick Life

You’re Dirty, Filthy (4x)

You’re dirty and filthy and I can see you begging and pleading and screaming and yelling for something and someone and somebody and anyone and everyone and anything and everything that you can get your hands on

Dirty. Filthy.

And I can see you turning yourself into a topic an example to be talked and laughed about and you think that scarring yourself that breaking yourself is going to change my opinion of you

Your stench is rising
It’s Saturday night
And I’m feeling fucking lucky

And all I wanted
Was just for her to stay

And all I wanted
Was just for her to say
That everything would be ok

You’re a flat liner that’s falling
Three minutes and counting
I hope that your heart is breaking
And if it was I’d smile
And tell you
You deserve
Just how much this hurts

Dirty. Filthy.

And I can see that your bruises are surfacing
And your scars are opening and
I know that you think that this is all so fucking tragic
You should just keep cutting (Don’t you stop)
Keep cutting deeper (Don’t you dare stop)
Cut till you find what you’re looking for

Deep Inside Yourself

And I see
And now I see
Thank God
That now I know

Don’t you dare fucking look at me
Like I’m the enemy

Your S.O.S. is fading
Your S.O.S. is dying
I’m think your ship is sinking
Just wave good-bye!

Just wave good-bye!
Just wave good-bye!
Just wave good-bye!

Just wave good-bye,
This is the end, no more, there’s nothing left!

Just wave good-bye,
This is the end, no more, there’s nothing left!

Just wave good-bye,
This is the end, no more, there’s nothing left!

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