Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and if I ever did... :D
:3 Bad author, its best I not own it then ^.^
Other disclaimer: I do not own this song. This song belongs to Foster the People. It is their song "Pumped Up Kicks" and is actually quickly becoming one of my favorite songs.
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Swag was how he walked, head high. Cocky, as forest greens passed at a nice rate. Guns giggles beside pockets, his hands at his sides.
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Greens gave way to clearing, spacious and serene. Guns quiet, all focused.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and i dont even know what
"Soul resonance!" Echos in silent woods, continued screaming as three became one.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.
White stripes blurred in spin. Wavelengths aimed at unsuspecting trees.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Sighs. Louder screams. More shots fired.
Giddy guns, firing with everything in them.
Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
Black haired frustration, white striped insanity. Bonds deepend with each shot.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
Tree after tree felt the growing despiration. Need for perfection applied not only to a certian obsession for symmetry.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
Several trees sacrificed for appeasement. Now two girls over a collapsed meister.
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.
The never seen crying sat weeping. Liz bent, Kid tossed over her shoulder, wading back towards the house.
(Whistling)
"Must train more..." Drowsey silouete commanded.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
"Rest first, well start again tomorrow."
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Chirping from the youngest girl. "Well even find Black Star and kill him,"
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
"First thing in the morning"
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd
better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
~xoxo~ Melody
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