Letra de «Jars»
Hold onto chance
Lest we bleed ourselves
Save for the pets
They're the loneliest
Put into jars We'll save this earth Put into jars We'll save this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world
Steal from yourselves It never felt so good And feed from their hand's Confuse by opposites
Put into jars We'll save this earth Put into jars Keep safe this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world This world, we'll add enough of the world
Feeling manic for a day Depends on the trends Depends on the surface If the sun never sets
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world
Is the main thing you'll shout Till the bitter end into jars
Put into jars We'll save this earth Put into jars We'll save this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world
Steal from yourselves It never felt so good And feed from their hand's Confuse by opposites
Put into jars We'll save this earth Put into jars Keep safe this earth
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world This world, we'll add enough of the world
Feeling manic for a day Depends on the trends Depends on the surface If the sun never sets
We can't both become the same pawn that's made to fall Oil that tastes like blood stole the summer scent From me to you you're stabbing me through you You're stabbing you through him and betting most of this world We'll add enough of the world
Is the main thing you'll shout Till the bitter end into jars
