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letra de teeth - hexa

[chorus]
why can’t you see?
we’re self-aware synapse goo inside a sack of meat
t–th shatter t–th, we’re trapped beneath t–th craft of steel
routine gettin bleak, weep, sealed we feed that machine
wreaks havoc, feel t–th gnashing grief
we’re d-mned to eat, breathe sleep repeat
t–th shatter t–th
t–th craft of steel, shatter me
born to be eaten for all eternity
[verse]
its better to be fearеd than beloved if you can’t be both
quotе machiavelli, clear a pill bottle
then you everclear my throat
scr-pped to weak bones, my flesh getting cold
left alone, down the rabbit hole, its never scarier below
lost the last baby tooth to become a man
and i cannot see what could be a way out of h-ll
always scared of everything but i can now harness that
what if i become the fear that’s always held me trapped?
what if i become the trap instead and carve a wound
start a catacomb in rap, a wretched godforsaken tomb
sick schizophrenic, his spirit so dented
written bars so -rs-nic, scarred in closed clinics
arms, slit open its his toxic cope mechanic
still discontented he’d still spit if his throat were slit
f-ck this soul stretching, addicted to coke and it
spitting with nerve that’s no phrenic, high so i dont end it
though sealed in my ordeals
i bring the terror i was born feeling
i’m a torn being
grown me from a burlap sack filled with dead cicada’s
i grew to be a scarecrow and and this world is the cornfield
once i bite down on something i’m never letting go
even if shatters my t–th, wreckin’ havoc on my jaws
my jaws are like a bear-trap snap closed leaving tet-n-s
my bite can get through anything, as long as it locks
i eat the t–th ignore the damage done to my own mouth
spit on them until my own maw breaks and i spit it out
spit the verse through red saliva mixed with shards of enamel
a creature of mud, reincarnation and dust
disease and psychotic dreams of crusted blood
a cursed existence made of pain thirsting to return
to before i flew too close to the sun and got my wings burnt
only record once a week, rest of the time i’m living dead
lay in bed feeling bad that i can’t get up again
now i lose my sh-t, i’m still depressed but sank
my t–th into this sh-t, got addicted where i stand
[chorus]
why can’t you see?
we’re self-aware synapse goo inside a sack of meat
t–th shatter t–th, we’re trapped beneath t–th craft of steel
routine gettin bleak, weep, sealed we feed that machine
wreaks havoc, feel t–th gnashing grief
we’re d-mned to eat, breathe sleep repeat
t–th shatter t–th
t–th craft of steel, shatter me
born to be eaten for all eternity

- hexa

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