Hey There Mr. Brooks (feat. Shawn Milke)
Asking Alexandria
Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns
I told myself I was done for good
All the memories of all the pictures burned
I see them dancing
My heart begins to pound
I didn't make a sound
They didn't see me coming
The lights are left on
The curtains left wide
One scream it's over
I lay them side by side
Holding each other
I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all again
Boy you caught me red handed
You've got no fucking clue what you just got yourself into
Panic runs down your leg, seeing me kill again
You just got yourself caught and you don't even know it
On the drive you get the rush and pull the gun on me
We make the stop, it's time to be set free
Oh, the bullets gone
I take the spade I slit your throat
You fall into your grave I cover up my tracks I'm done
I won't kill again
I said that's it I'm done
I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all again
No she's
Daddy's little girl
She wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my throat
To my fucking throat
No she's
Daddy's little girl
She wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my throat
To my fucking throat
