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letra de fly buzz halo - headhaunter

ayo, i could really use your help
i need a hand other than the one our future dealt
feel like such a loser asking, but the situation’s dire
it’s not every day you take a risk and get to play with fire

so i need some antivenin with cures that dispel the bends
plus a st-rdy weapon for the sole purpose of self-defence would be great
and maybe give a word or two of encouragement
since my brain feels like a bear that’s gotten loosе in the circus tent

and i’m moving towards the еnd of a story someone’s weaving
careening right off the street when the scenery’s buzzing locust
i’m soaking, so sweaty, steam is releasing but nothing opens
the focus is gone, i can’t help but feeling it’s f-cking hopeless
and in the darkness that our frilled sun devours
go behind my back where the handle’s still jutting outwards
and pull the blade out slow, show the inner loop cut
splash some whiskey on it to clean it and stitch the wound up

i wish these snakes were your arms
howling wind was your laughter, that the flames were your palms
that the darkness held answers, that the shards were in a prism
i wish that i could go back and start at the beginning

wish i didn’t f-ck it up – with a dry tongue payload
wings scr-p metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “i love you” and i’ll say it right back

i wish i knew what to say, i wish this wasn’t so difficult
wish this emptiness i’m feeling wasn’t something so visceral
and i wish you could help me, it feels like some kind of joke
to be crushed between these walls and still be stung by the cold

i had a brush with newton’s laws, and now the liquor’s neck deep
see, i’m barely held together by the skin of red t–th
you’ve been living rent free, up here waiting so patiently
as pink folds of brain matter spell the phrase of “no vacancy”

been maintaining eye contact with the void yet again
and i’m acutely aware of what that void represents
so i sit and sift through wreckage left by something that i said
while i’m clapping at the flies, that are buzzing by my head
and in the harsh light the night swallows up whole
trace your fingers down the scar until tomorrow unfolds
and sheath that well honed blade, save a mostly bruised heart
splash some whiskey inside the glass and then toast to new starts, please

wish i didn’t f-ck it up – with a dry tongue payload
wings scr-p metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “i love you” and i’ll say it right back

- headhaunter

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