Doubtess (Start Wiping Weapons)

Take it, take it, take it
It’s my new favorite

Here comes doubtess falling in my helpless mouth
A concert leaves me foaming as it does my cup
And heart, like I said
It hurt, like I said
And lastly stole my God

To kill would make me forget that I held your hand
I would snap out, drooling it out my Hell
Start wiping weapons, start the car
Won't have it, anything