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letra de never be whole again - 919slum

[hook]
when the moon hits, lakebed comes out
feel a loss in my life when the sun’s out
i will never be whole again
i will never be whole again
when the sun hits, lakebed comes out
feel a loss in my life when the moon’s out
you will never be whole again
you will never be whole again

[verse 1]
empty portrait talks in the empty portrait chalks
tellin’ me to steady walk, but i look at it and gawk
press the head with eyes of tears
with a staring glare, they’re locked
showing nothin’ but pure fear
tickin’ blinks like waivin’ clocks
moving past, ten o’clock
forward steady in my march
movin’ steady with the shock
like the energy of starch
what a staunch suggestion
live without second-guessin’
but you can live with the wonder
when certain sh-t ain’t digested
that’s when words become weapons
from the scars left untreated
verbal lashings, whips, and beatings
leave it all without reason
i am a child, still bleedin’
you see no wildin’ inklin’
of sympathy when i’m ceasin’
and at a war with my demons
bein’ tossed into the freeze in the outside winter season
bein’ left to the gangrene, my flesh die, diseased with
until eventually diseased, i will desist from further on
a world made of gold and the coal pearl was p-wned
[hook]
when the moon hits, lakebed comes out
feel a loss in my life when the sun’s out
i will never be whole again
i will never be whole again
when the sun hits, lakebed comes out
feel a loss in my life when the moon’s out
you will never be whole again
you will never be whole again

[verse 2]
my bones will be just left to rot
adderall has got me in a cycle that won’t ever stop
ativan has got its grip, last year i was on zoloft
this year, it’s promethazine, like, b-tch, i got that robo-cough
sippin’ lean and noddin’ off
findin’ beams to drop me ‘loft
starin’ at the ceiling, hearin’ sirens blarin’ from them cops
wish that i would f-ckin’ drop
cooped up in the cellar block
it continues ’til the day i grab my f-ckin’ father’s glock
knock my top and spill me out
will i do it? i have doubts
i got too much sh-t to make
i still gotta feed some mouths
trap it out, i’m east of south
it ain’t hard to find me now
they know where the f-ck i live
leave me ‘lone, i’ll let you down
i go to the lakebed, that’s my one support, they keep the house
pull up to the astral palace, there go idylll blowin’ loud
b-tch, i’m copin’ in the ufo, bumpin’ my sh-t loud
questions that i ask myself, i drown them out with mountin’ sound

- 919slum

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