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letra de mizzanthrope - big mizzo

[verse]
new city, new digs, new ends
but i’ve got few friends cause i don’t follow new trends
cause loose ends are results of when the truth bends
i move alone – one man cause my mood tends
to move erratically
rather cinematically
people try and laugh with me but i respond with apathy
my heart was atrophied
drastically, glad to be
pty-ltd; private company i keep – to myself
better for my mental health
people try interrogate but really i don’t want your help
cause where were you when i was grieving and wheezing
and looking for a reason
and reaching for something to believe in
but now you want to come and give advice –
i think you should be leaving
this evening, i’m tired of your preaching
your failed attempts at leading and teaching
i’m asking you to beat it
before i get to squeezing like i’m liam neeson
so i put my away my phone
and sit at home alone
my only friends are my left and right earphones
they ask me: “miz – why you choose your friends carefully?”
those i thought were heaven-sent really weren’t there for me
snakes in my grass – most people pythonic
“notes from the underground” – more than symbolic”
these sonnets in sonics are rather hypnotic – melodic
sickest in the booth – bubonic
i won’t stop til the silence euphonic
i know that’s ironic but it’s still good logic
i want it – i got it
there’s holes in my wallet
but the hunger i’ve acquired will make me iconic
lots on my plate i still ate – tectonic
demonic deposits – i know i’m chaotic
liquidity is solid, my accounts were hydraulic
how they all got drained like an unclosed faucet
walk in the rain – no umbrella – psychotic
2am again – still the same – periodic
it’s hard to acknowledge cause i used to be on it
but i’ve fallen off the wagon – i’m saying i’m brolic
broke my leg – put back together – bionic
obnoxious , i’m honest – i used to love to frolic
symbolic of conscience – how i used to skip nonsense
i’m seeking true knowledge – don’t know why i chose college
so i take a walk – try to clear my mind – i philosophise
no one to talk to – who can understand and minimise
the pain inside so i sit and write –
give account of every wrong until there’s nothing left
this gotta be the devil’s theft
a period to consecrate, imperative i concentrate
and contemplate the verses lest they frustrate and complicate
then it’s lord – forgive me cause i did it again
baggio in ‘94 – i feel the weight of the pen
cause it’s hard to breathe – hard to wheeze
hard to sleep – hard to dream
take a walk at night alone so i can disappear and scream
what i mean – is that the words that i wrote
don’t equate to the agony that’s building in my throat
i was broke – no joke
instead of food i bought soap
no cope
i was sick and didn’t have an antidote
i had lost all hope
it had snapped like a rope
so this song that i wrote would be the ballad of a mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope
mizzanthrope

- big mizzo

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