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letra de scumbag blues - headhaunter

listen to me, please, i hate to open with this news/
but i’m not just not one you’ve seen without those rosy tinted hues/
the truth, i’m holding with a spoon.. i’m no knight in shining armor/
i don’t dive inside the darkness, you won’t cry goodbye on harbors/
and no tears for the dearly departed, never existed/
i’ve been so weird in the fear of the awkward tension that’s building/
the ceiling feels so low, and the sp-cing out is permanent/
the waning sounds of words you spent are racing out the firmament/
i’m sure you meant well, i turn deaf and blind on a dime/
with nickel plated skin i doll her up to hide her inside/
i find a good time in excess, this sc-mbag only holds sewage/
skull inside the clouds, the sky, headb-tt a brand new hole through it/
so i can hibernate, draped in vines that hide the state/
of mental wellness, never felt this place, slide out and drive away/
behind me, off the lot ferrari’s, crash, jam packing the ditches/
as this arsonist takes his shelter at more flammable bridges/

i’m not being insincere, you can – you can do much better than me/
(sc-mbag blues)the truth is that i’m nowhere near the person you see/
i’m just a sliver of the subject at hand/
a dumb, disembodied head that’s buried under the sand/

there’s no message to decode, i’m just a piece of sh-t/
it’s no secret in sequences that repeat ad infinitum/
i don’t mean to be overly dramatic, no over seas combatant/
peeling back the scabs that form up there, in hopes you see the damage/
i just want you to know that i’m pr-ne to phoning it in/
with the bones so broken i folded them so they poke through the skin/
so you could nurse me back to health, self-arsonist/
i took my jarred brain off the shelf, melt all of it/
there’s no mask or make-up, make believe man made myth/
or exaggeration painted in a bad light, you can’t fake this/
i’m a d-ck, i’ve got a slew of better things to do/
than try to win your heart, plucking on those little strings in tune/
one millimeter fuse, i ride a cannonball to work/
an anti-social loser doomed, to pack and travel in reverse/
lungs full of green-ish fumes that wilt the plants, you shouldn’t breathe/
just completely forget about this, you’re too good for me/

- headhaunter

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