Melted Gun

Shiadanni

Compositor: shiadanni Velázquez

Bitch daughter of a mother
Mistreated life after another
I've been tied up in the basement
So long that the basement is my home

I clean it, I clean it, I make it pretty
I hide it, I hide it, I mop the bleeding
I'm hanging a painting, so I won't hang myself

Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down

Horses following my voices
Stepping on the noises all around
Point me with the gun, I'll melt it
With a single thought, it's gone (it's gone)

I hear them, I hear them, my tribe is calling
It's slipping, it's slipping, it's my heart beating
Big torches, big forces, I'm fighting for my throne, oh

Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
Break it down, break it down, break it down

Horses following my voices
Stepping on the noises all around
Point me with the gun, I'll melt it
With a single thought, it's gone (it's gone)