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letra de memories - code 7

verse 1:
i use my mind as a vessel
my pain as a threshold
no matter where i go
i walk with death every second
my words are my weapons
i’ma use ’em if you let me
if you ever try to test me
i guarantee they’re deadly
i reap what i sow and i know what i saw
came close to the fog like blowing smoke in a jar
i listen to the clock as it sits on the wall
’cause it ticks and it tocks but in the end it k!lls us all
the bottom of the bottle is empty and bear
but if you ever had a problem then it’s always there
so when i get the kiss of death
you’ll smell the whiskey on my breath
i guess there’s nothing left
so i scream f-ck it “no regrets”
i speak in a whisper so my speech you’ll remember
’cause it creeps and it slithers while it eats at my liver
did i have another drink i think i remember
’cause i’m drowning in a sink that’s deeper than a river

chorus:
memories keep haunting me they’re haunting me so quietly
my memories keep haunting me they’re haunting me so violently
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verse 2:
i made it to a rave standing next to s-xy babes
the ecstasy progresses me so my memories a haze
i’m trapped inside this maze now i’m dazed and confused
’cause my crazy rage made the front page of the news
i should have stayed in my room
and locked myself away
i’ll gauge my eyes and vouch to die
i think i’ve gone insane
but every day’s the same
it really makes no difference
i’ll cross my heart and hope to die
these promises are written
release me from this prison
so i’m free like a pidgeon
’cause these pigs wanna get me
but i’ll light them up like christmas
these tired eyes and fire flies inspired hieroglyphics
and writings on the wall
that spell out f-ck ’em all
so i’ll take it back and fade to black
like the fabric of existence
so don’t ever get it twisted or
wind up missing like a kidney
i’ll never sleep again because i’m stuck inside my memories

verse 3:
some say i sold my soul for a dollar and a dream
i’m not a follower i’m just cursed with a collar and a chain
i’m a product of your reality and everything in between
so before you point the finger just remember one thing
only god can judge me so have mercy on my soul
i’ll paint a perfect picture of a pitcher filled with mold
i’m following the scripture and its inscription of control
yet if you fit the description you’ll get a conviction for -ssault
so don’t ever get addicted it against the conditions of your parole
i’ll still be k!lling willing victims with a pitchfork through their throat
i’m not a perfect person really i’m a imbisol
there’s many things i’m guilty of
but feeling guilty isn’t one
theres a million ways to die
so i guess i’m one and done
cause i’m finally at the realization
that i hate what i’ve become

- code 7

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