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letra de shades / 3am - dble_t

[verse]
don’t stare at my soul
curtains are matte black, with the rim colour gold
keepin’ them closed
stare at my shoes
kick pebbles down road
eye level low, kind fellow folks
but my mind trippin’, slow to response then i choke
laugh it off, it’s a joke
promise you
i smile back, eyes covered black, you don’t see passed
all of the lies that i hide, that i’m fine, by the bags under eye lids
residing the truth in the iris
it goes much smoother when silent
no fear of losing alliances, friends in my heart
scared of the questions they ask
pupils out the loop, i’ll never learn
crucial for growth, i need spurt
refusal though ‘cus i’m scared of the burn
think my body is birch, leave me dust in the dirt
never certain so leaving the earth
close curtains mid-way through the second act
don’t resolve, just fall to the back
don’t talk, turns cause and effect
the results are a mess
still holdin’ my breath though
think it will change in a bit
definition of insanity
back-to-back, thinking that change happens magically
that’s a far cry from what’s actually happening
live on the moments when i’m moving happily
ignore the ones when i battle anxiety
please don’t keep your eyes on me
i smile, i’m fine you see
putting my shades on

[intro]
i’m so scared of the fire
i’m gon’ drown in this water one day
i’m so scared of the fire
i’m gon’ drown in this water one day
the cracks are starting to show
the cracks they start to show upon this sh-ll of a man
the cracks are starting to show
the cracks they start to show upon this sh-ll of a man
no change the shield brake down
no change the shield brake down

[bridge]
sound the alarm
sound the alarm
sound the alarm
sound the alarm

[verse]
the t–th are cracked up in the smile in his mouth
the black in front of iris smashed, the gold has melted down
upon the skin, creatin’ circles, inside which the spirits highlighted
showin’ hidden mileage, except this time it looks violent
it has cried up to the surface like a pot that’s boiling over
rises, bubble burst, it splash the skin, the scars exposure
fall to knees, he’s scarred, he’s colder, feels just like october
mind is racin’ faster, but time torturously slower
losin’ all composure, all alone now, skin is colder
wake up, catch my breath
the cold sweat drips
my heart is beating out my chest
it’s 3am, i feel a mess
[outro]
f-ck
sh-t

- dble_t

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