lyrics
Said I wouldn't do it but i'll leave them to their business.
Said I won't try it, just keep calm for the mistress, gotta
stay in my walls and keep harming the calls,
don't even fuckin try it, just mind your fuckin own shit and
Know that I gotta get outta my mind and keep
trying to find a fucking reason for this, mask
cracked on the outside, view into the abyss praying
at the death cup just for armistice. It's snow-
-man I stroll in with the weight on my presence, it's the
small eyed, pale faced, unlucky menace, fucking
ruining the room just to pass the time or maybe
I just can't make it through adolescence.
Still looking for that peace bit by bit, but it's
piece by piece, writing a
skit to get the days to go past, I'll admit I'm not
okay, getting hit, while I'm relatively fine.
It's dark in here, that's why I'm trying to get lit, all of the
time is just a step forward towards the pit, I don't
mind that I'm headed for a lousy mind, 'cause it
sure as hell beats being stuck in the grit.
[come out to show them]; Fauxman's back again
half lies and cruel tides ruling the attack again.
Don't mind me but please mind what I say I'm not
sensible and soon I won't be in the pitch black again.
Never gonna stop and go back or try and end it all con-
-tinue on this dirt track, carrying my friends and all.
Tumbling through the bad weather of my walls;
fuck it, gonna happen, imma fall.
credits
from
MORGUE VOL1,
released December 2, 2015
Produced by think twice
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