Note to self:
Take it, would you take it if you were me?
I lose either way.
It's for your health:
Let go, would you let it go if you were me?
I'm lost either way.
Welcome to a place where you might meet your demise.
You might need holy water when you look into my eyes.
I've been over expectations, their need to impress,
because there's something magical about being close to death.
Looking in the mirror, yeah it's hard enough to change,
my blood just mixed with ashes and it's falling down like rain,
pouring on the street feeling clinically insane
the type of agony that'll make you blow your brain.
Cut you open till your blood runs dry,
torture you for your shitty state of mind
wrapped up in your own intestines shocked your eyes go wide.
What's this feeling?
Stop concealing.
Feeling high but laced with shadows,
haunted by these twisted battles,
tried to end, but I am the gallows,
like the snake, you'll hear my rattles.
At my wish I will cut your fucking head,
your time to see the light,
but I am only seeing red yeah,
these type of implications make it hard to hold my patience,
so I slit your fucking throat and cut your chain for generations.
Your true colors look nothing but a black,
your walls are crashing on you and it's about to break your back.
It's too late to say you're sorry, fuck what you got to say,
the reaper's coming for you with his double-sided blade.
Run around and cry for help, but it's no use,
the reaper's scythe slice through your head, man, you're screwed.
Blade right through your brain but at least you learned,
that when you fuck with fire, you might get burned.
Mis-communicated, let me make it fucking clear,
they've turned people into zombies and they're feeding off your fears,
tearing pages out your bible, who used to be your idol,
zombify you, make it final, feel accepted, you're the rival.
Individuality they'd love to end, hungry for validation so you trade instead.
Rocking on your boat, light blue water, perfect sky, you're all alone.
In this world you gotta learn to build your throne,
you thought that it was easy, put your mask on and got greasy,
tried to be cool but you're cheesy.
But you're still alive, you'll go through levels, see both sides,
then you'll come out, be all-right, you need to see to gouge your eyes.
credits
from Sticky Sweetness EP,
released July 31, 2019
German Santos - verse lyrics & vox
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