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Dirt Doesn't Need Luck Video (MV)




Performed By: Convent
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Christopher Swanson




Convent - Dirt Doesn't Need Luck Lyrics




I can't find direction
I can't find direction, baby
Useless cold invention calling
Me, a threat
Won't you like that

I have no direction
I have nothing left to gimme gimme
They take both of my eyes
Swear that no one will come and take me now

Alright, okay, she leaves
Claim me faster
Gone
Alright, incinerate
Burn the ma-

I can't find direction
I can't find direction, baby
With the loss of my eyes
Swear that no one call me a f*cking threat

Settle down
Brace yourself
Just settle down
Right before the ground

Said it's been a while
As you looked down
I saw you shiver
Calling for me
But then you jumped

Alright, okay, she leaves
Claim me faster

Gone
Alright, asphyxiate
Burn the masters now

Want it
I don't want it
I don't need it
Rarely imitated
No, self-immolated

Cant you feel it?
I know you need it
To take hold and cease the master plan

Alright, okay, she leaves
Drowned us bastard sons

Gone
Alright, asphyxiate

Claim me faster
Burn the masters
That drowned us bastard sons
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I can't find direction
I can't find direction, baby
Useless cold invention calling
Me, a threat
Won't you like that

I have no direction
I have nothing left to gimme gimme
They take both of my eyes
Swear that no one will come and take me now

Alright, okay, she leaves
Claim me faster
Gone
Alright, incinerate
Burn the ma-

I can't find direction
I can't find direction, baby
With the loss of my eyes
Swear that no one call me a f*cking threat

Settle down
Brace yourself
Just settle down
Right before the ground

Said it's been a while
As you looked down
I saw you shiver
Calling for me
But then you jumped

Alright, okay, she leaves
Claim me faster

Gone
Alright, asphyxiate
Burn the masters now

Want it
I don't want it
I don't need it
Rarely imitated
No, self-immolated

Cant you feel it?
I know you need it
To take hold and cease the master plan

Alright, okay, she leaves
Drowned us bastard sons

Gone
Alright, asphyxiate

Claim me faster
Burn the masters
That drowned us bastard sons
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Writer: Christopher Swanson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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