Lyrics
Bitch I'm elusive I might I might be inside your walls
Did she feel a thing when she grabbed the chain and killed them all
I don't know your name know your name but fuck you anyway
I don't feel a thing feel a thing let alone empathy
I don't need this shit ill put that blade up on my wrist I keep it slit I wont bleed out
I never wished for this I never wanted for you to fucking see me in a state of this decay
You bring your fucking voices and I wanna get the fuck away (Damn)
I don't know why you scream when I come out beneath your bed
But it hurts my feelings, it makes me wish that you were dead
I've been straining flies, beneath the sore end of my dread
Virtue compromise is the reason that you fled
I don't know why you scream when I come out beneath your bed
But it hurts my feelings, it makes me wish that you were dead
I've been straining flies, beneath the sore end of my dread
Virtue compromise is the reason that you fled
I don't think I've seen enough of you or enough of me
To make a judgement on the way I took the scene I'll fuck it up and leave it dead
Its PIPES the king, I fucked your dreams, your dreams of ever being me
Cuz I don't really think I need to explain why I
Don't give a fuck about your shitty moves or things you do
Or how you choose to live your life and always lose
Cuz I don't got the energy for you to fucking speak to me
I'm busy fucking up the scene, so what the fuck you mean?
You don't see what I see, I see enemies inside the trees
They bring anxiety, I cant sleep, I wont eat, I wont be free
I want a subsidy for the ways that you've made me weak
but I wont speak so I'm not free from your hell and fucking schemes
Offer me a book of secrets so I know when Ill die
And Ill say you can keep it so I got an alibi
For when they call the dogs and find my body in a ditch
Burning with the witch that haunts me in my dreams
Its obscene why
I don't know why you scream when I come out beneath your bed
But it hurts my feelings, it makes me wish that you were dead
I've been straining flies, beneath the sore end of my dread
Virtue compromise is the reason that you fled
Misplaced Accolade the seed of everything you hate merely shares its workers
We all share the same fate
Not for much retention the centrifuge of the state insects in the flesh
The only mass in your bed
I don't know why you scream when I come out beneath your bed
But it hurts my feelings, it makes me wish that you were dead
I've been straining flies, beneath the sore end of my dread
Virtue compromise is the reason that you fled
Misplaced Accolade the seed of everything you hate merely shares its workers
We all share the same fate
Not for much retention the centrifuge of the state insects in the flesh
The only mass in your bed
Noah Horvath
O/B/O DistroKid