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letra de i use roach guts to sweeten my coffee - darby o'trill

[intro]
devereaux

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
low-key stressed out at the function in the corner tweaking
popping pills pressed with the essence of my inner demons
speaking with the walls, they tell me all their darkest secrets
vomit down the carpet and a rat crawls up, a disgusting evening
my heart is beating at a rapid pace
my head’s a place where all the madness waits
i want to leave but i have to stay
if i get up i’ll just collapse and faint

[chorus: darby o’trill]
under my skin where the roaches grow
under my skin, under my skin, under my skin, under my skin, under my skin
inside my head where the demons are
inside my head, inside my head, inside my head, inside my head, inside my head
under my skin where the roaches grow
under my skin, under my skin, under my skin, under my skin, under my skin
inside my head where the demons are
inside my head, inside my head, inside my head, inside my head, inside my head

[verse 2: darby o’trill]
the case of the toxins takes hold of my tongue
with every minute i’m colder and numb
i might have gone with the black mold on the rug
it creeps in my mouth and then swallows my lungs
one drop of rain takes a hundred days to fall
i begin to see the light of tomorrow upon the wall
my veins are tunnels where the creatures crawl
flesh into gear as chemicals dissolve
i think my soul is peeling out as broken mold
new bark is growing over, it will soon replace the old
the discomfort has begun to settle in
it has found its home within the layers of my skin
i feel nothing and everything all at once
counting strands on the wisps that spider legs have spun
[verse 3: darby o’trill]
digging through my flesh to find a golden bone
my back against the linoleum flooring of my mobile home
the weight of the world is too much for any rope to hold
is anybody out there with their soul to loan? let me know
frozen cold but i am soaked in my own sweat
scratching at my neck breathing through a cigarette
feeling perplexed as i sink in my bed
the wet mixed with blood, i’m afraid of what’s next

[verse 4: darby o’trill]
the bag is empty, baby, so am i
like a fire storm, my soul will fly
i want to crawl into a hole and die
that’s the only way i’ll feel alive
the walls are moving, my body shaking
i don’t even know half of the sh-t i’m taking
there is no chance of saving me
i’m trapped inside a prison made of sacred g
life is make-believe, i am make-believe
getting stuck inside the screen of a broken tv
i scream, n0body hears me
goodbye, i’m disappearing
the pins and needles sharpen as i’m consumed by darkness

- darby otrill

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