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letra de guardian angel - fax gang

[verse 1: rat jesu]
i don’t really wanna talk to you right now
got a razor and a gun inside my mouth
pull the trigger and a dove comes out somehow
bet the angels from above are laughing loud
i don’t really wanna lie and say i’m fine
i don’t really wanna die it’s just my mind
something broken deep inside, turn blood to wine
then come crawling back alive, good luck next time
i don’t really wanna waste your saving grace
i don’t really f-cking care ‘bout saving face
all i ever asked of you was ‘go away’
standing solo on the roof
and i kinda get reminded of you
tryna fade away a mental tattoo
cause thе structure of my life just fell through
think an angеl with a knife cut me loose
got me screaming here
i’m so f-cking tired
i’m so f-cking done
everything sucks
i can’t trust anyone
and i try to get better
but getting f-cking stung
i’m counting my blessings
by loading my gun
[verse 2: mokshadripp]
heart like a frozen lake, yeah
always feel down never wake up
through the mirror i see my fate
broken glass the mess i made
blood stained blamed for the crimes, yeah
hex chained got name messiah
string me up on power lines
tell your stories waste my time
neural angels, let me live in
the heart shaped boxes that you’ve given
memories lost, washed away in
rainbow blood, our skies above
scar is swelling, i’m caving in my
salty tears fall into the wound
my life is spilling, a sea of you
feel iceblink luck, now i’m falling up

[verse 3: pk sh-llboy]
stare into mirrors, projections, and stairwells
i can’t believe that i thought that you would care
well i know now but it’s just way too much to bear
i know it ain’t fair, i know it ain’t fair
“i don’t know” is all that you know how to say
can you tell me when you’re or when you’re not okay
why is it so hard for me to run away
i don’t wanna stay, stay
(ahh)
the promises kept and the promises broken
can i walk away when to you i’m beholden
there’s nothing left for you to say
there’s nothing left for you to say
(ahh)
two years without emptying stomachs of acid
the plans that we made and the futures imagined
how could you throw it all away
how could you throw it all away
in a moment

- fax gang

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