Dicey lyrics
by GEL (NJ)
Finally, soon she sees
You're out of luck
Fire, I breathe
Brace yourself
Take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed
A little late, I called your bluff
Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling stuck
Pace yourself
Take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed
You'll regret to say so here I f*cking stay
Forever a part, a piece of your display