letra de fuck, is this art!? - batbra1n
your organs work too well to be a poet
but you’re getting good with words
too used to confidence to shake , pretend the medics brought a he-rs-
despite my previous claims, i’m breathing
but purgatory’s so d-mned dull
so give me something good to chew on, something sweeter than my tongue
we won’t have fun cause it hurts my neck
and we only lie cause i can’t confess
but if you wanted to k!ll the lights
we can watch my hands turn red
time’s running out
and i’m watching it go
asking my ugly god if he k!lls fun or if i’m just something worsе
i swear i’ll never sleep
not еnough to rest
dye my eyes in coal and wine that might just keep you half impressed
i wonder how we thought through all this sh-t when we were human
i tried so hard to learn to stand that i forgot how to get hit
my taste faded to bile, all that’s left is love and lice
and i don’t know that motherf-cker but his cavities match mine
we won’t have fun cause it hurts my neck
and we only lie cause i can’t confess
but if you want to k!ll the lights
we can watch my hands turn red
i walked all morning
just to turn around
please just look straight through my head and tell me i’d be hard to drown
letras aleatórias