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Kill The Vultures - Simmer lyrics

Artist: Kill The Vultures

album: Carnelian


By the time they seen the light
All we heard was sirens blarin' bright
Neighbors staring right at the mess, feel the fahrenheit
Rise like the tide when the moon's pulling puppet strings
Cut the links that bind us to all our earthly suffering
Shadows paint a grimace on the witness
Now if he talks he might not walk but if he don't then that's his business
All the facts have been distorted
Certain as the smoking gun
Ceiling swings in circles, windows here won't open none
Smoke around my head looks like treble clefs
I lost the level step, went through hell until the Devil left
The kettle kept me up, always screamin' from the blue flame
Digging through ditches, dumpsters, dying for a new name
Who changed the locks? don't even recognize the building
The figures on the walls are hallways of hungry children
Got nothing for 'em, don't got a penny for a peddler
They're only smoke screens I'm looking for a dust settler
Picking apart the pieces of the puzzle to relieve the inner struggle
Even leeches in the puddle know to leave the trouble
'Lone, who's knockin' on my telephone?
How many dial tones will convince you I ain't home?
Now let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temperature
Tell me who to pray to, who's supposed to save you?
There's nothing to escape from, no where to escape to
The moment that I came to they asked me where I came from
Pointed to the blank sky, couldn't speak the same tongue
Name one night that didn't end in mourning
The storm brings hope but never gives warning
Ain't enough police tape to cover up this mess
No matter how you frame it we're just decorating shipwrecks
Ingest a hard pill to swallow filled with shards of the bottle
Tip the jar, let the scars fill your hollow
The soldiers walked in, should've seen the clock spin
We covered up our ears 'cause poisoned mouths talk
Sin-sation temptress, offensive to the senses
Who would ever guess you'd be imprisoned by a sentence?
Before I spoke I filled the room with smoke to cleanse it
But I conjured up the wrong ghosts, had 'em begging me to end it
Begging me for friendship, begging me for rations
I told them I'm a fraud, a freeloader and a has-been
Alone, who's knocking on my telephone?
How many dial tones will convince you that I ain't home?
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Let the bad blood simmer
Now you lost in the center of the temper and the temperature

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