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letra de jester - f8l

[verse 1]
yeah yeah
i took a lot of them quaaludes
with a bottle of grey goose
and i’m talking to jesus like “who should i pray to”
i’m prey to my demons too
gotta keep it moving, i can’t see the roof
f-ck what the people assuming
i’m having an outer body
hallucinating, what are you debating
life is never like a susan baker movie
everyday is not a holiday
it is more like a luis bunuel & salvador dali
ah
f-ck real, i’m keeping it surreal
motherf-ck mills, i’ve been writing my will
ready to die
i don’t wanna give, i don’t wanna take
i don’t wanna love, i don’t wanna hate
i don’t wanna live, i don’t wanna pray
i don’t wanna uh
these are thе notes of a schizophrenic insomniac
on gin and tonic & cognac
skelеtons of my personalities hopping out of my cranium
i’m talking to her as someone else so baby i’m
sorry, gotta confess
what the f-ck’s this drug test
i love it when you get so angry
and you love it when i see you undress
chronicles of a lonely soul
your legs my only hope
i don’t wanna die in the real world
so keep me in you, lets overdose
[verse 2]
yeah
psychology can’t explain this dichotomy
or duality
no way who knows
anyways don’t tell mama that i had a couple
snowflakes in my nose on occasion
my body blazing but i’m feeling cold
frostbit
the tv’s on i don’t even know what i’m watching
i know that i’m not even blinking or thinking
my static is full of images of people with no faces
all naked with their toes shaking & walking in puddles of blood
i shave my eyebrows off
this might be my downfall
its like i’m in a cronenberg universe
with satanic women worshipping lucifer (cause my god)
right then eve comes up to me to bite my neck
then she says, “hey adam, bite this apple
honey i think you’re gonna like my taste”
right then i wipe my face & i end up in a lonely room
where i see no tomorrows in shattered pieces of broken bottles
having dreams of nasty scenes
anarchy is not in staccato

[bridge]
f-ck
get out
[verse 3]
no
hallelujah, paranoia
i’m the judas to my jesus
i’m the brutus to my caesar
i’m a super non-believer in all the evil
am i breathing
oh eureka (oh)
should’ve died already (oh)
should’ve died already (whoa)
having a vision, looking in the mirror
looking at a f-cking jester getting ready
red balloons, so majestic
all the gestures of a broken mess with a headache
but everything is copacetic. get it? f-ck it
my brain is an aquarium in oblivion and delirium
i don’t know, no no
maybe i don’t really wanna know
maybe i don’t wanna let go (no)
i don’t even think i wanna stay
i can never make up my mind
i’ve been to h-ll and back
guess i need a better half
i’mma put her on a pedestal
say “ciao bella”, we would laugh like
[narration]
adam picks himself up off the ground
wipes the blood off his face and hands
and continues watching television
a 15 minute short film called ‘storms’ has just started
adam morelli watching ‘storms’, a short film

- f8l

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