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¡MAYDAY! - Death March (Official Video) (Prod. by Plex Luthor)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
¡MAYDAY!
¡MAYDAY!
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Eckhart
Aaron Eckhart
Songwriter
Bernardo Garcia
Bernardo Garcia
Songwriter
Benjamin Miller
Benjamin Miller
Songwriter
Gianni Perocarpi
Gianni Perocarpi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plex Luthor
Plex Luthor
Producer
Gianni Ca$h
Gianni Ca$h
Producer

Lyrics

Uh huh, what we have here is a failure to communicate Come on! Yeah, hey, hey Tie an army to your bootstraps, coffee in your blood Wallet full of food stamps, pocket full of drugs Blueprints to move this, city from the mud You get a discount at the morgue, if ya diggin' yourself up. Yeah, you go ham, I'll go back bacon Taking steps towards death and the method is quite back breaking Show up for dinner like a lab patient But yet a masked Jason, you're pointing at me like (I'm Satan) Not in the slightest, lieutenant, treat my organ like my rifle I'm a spiteful Lou Bennett, I'm a menace to all minsters Evidence star winners is vivid as all genesis, gimme a call religion engaged I sip a soda can full of rage and welcome death's doorbell ringing on me any day. Modern warfare best believe that many play I'd rather die amongst the tribe than be alive as any slave Death march Walking towards our demise I see the cliff, they see my eyes This ain't time for goodbyes on a Death March Walking towards our demise I see the cliff, they see my eyes Nose dive Countin' sheep, not for sleep Countin' them cause so many surroundin me They walk the streets, they watching me Lately I look over my shoulder constantly Walking in haze, foggy days for days, so far heat I can see the nuclear waste So resortin' to drastic measures, propellin from roofs, cement boots and tarred feathers Lat-lat-lat-lately feel sedated to Slipping me poison, when I drink your wine and eat your food Is it enough for you to change my mood Hot as a???? I think I like a sa-sa-sa-sack of scoob How come this whiskey make 'em shifty? Black magic, addicts, signing up early just to get tipsy My family told me be careful, they know this life's too risky I told them to pay no 'em mind, while we marched in the line. Death march Walking towards our demise I see the cliff, they see my eyes This ain't time for goodbyes on a Death March Walking towards our demise I see the cliff, they see my eyes Nose dive
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