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Call It

from Mom's Not Home by Primitive Ways

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Call It

"A night of gambling
See if I'm lucky
Because I have no other choice

A bet that went south
A deal that went wrong
Price of life, I cannot pay
They take me back,
My bones they'll crack
Superstition is the name of the game

They give me lashes
For winning masses
My luck has surely run out

(Chorus)
I ask them why,
"You're out of time"
They flip a coin
I get a choice

There's no time left
Is this my end?
I hold my breath
And they see red

Call it in the air,
Tied to my chair,
A fucking thought,
As it is caught

Watch it be wrong,
They wait too long,
My eyes, they widen
It's just my luck.
(Chorus)

Fight for my life, but I can't seem to break free
My ankles broken, and I bleed internally
I hear them coming, and I hear what they say
They'll have my life, and they'll give it away.

I see they've lied, and I had no choice
I try to yell, but I've lost my voice

(Chorus)
I hold my breath
Is this my end?
There's no time left
And they see red
My steps get slower
I'm keeling over
These broken bones,
Won't bring me home
Now it's too late for me,
Beg on my knees,
"Unlucky hand,"
I say, but they demand
The Truth

"See you in hell,"
I say, but they don't care."

credits

from Mom's Not Home, track released July 24, 2014
David Harding - Vocals
Eric Hernandez - Guitar
Marvin Parra - Bass
Alex Pizano - Drums

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