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letra de ​this is a song about being gangstalked - ​hitbox (hardcore)

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[verse 1: hitbox]
i’m seeing the eyes in the dark again
always watch every move hoping to catch me
can’t even tell what is real
i’m always looking over my shoulder
convinced that somethings there
f-ck, losing face to the void again
broadcasting all of my failures to
mysterious entities or
any motherf-cker with a reason to harm

[chorus: hitbox]
i’m consuming
anything to dull the edge
so i don’t think about the things
that others can perceive about my life
conscious leaving in a state of emptiness
the eyes return, they’re always there
to think i’ll escape was a fabulous lie

[verse 2: hitbox]
f-ck!
is anyone out there?
f-ck it!
come!
show your face, you cowards!
i’m under control!
i can’t relax!
every nerve is about to break
i can’t handle
the uncertainty
[bridge: hitbox]
they’re watching
they’re watching
they’re watching
they’re watching

[verse 3: papercut]
seventeen seconds to compromise
all it takes is kerosene to believe that you’ll clean our record
that you feel safe, caught up in your own lane
just a happy face that i’ll stomp until your nose caves
what makes you think that your thoughts are yours?
that you’re not a dogslave, runnin’ round on all fours?
so they place the world over your eyes, telling you your whole d-mn life, come on!
suck!
there’s no way you believe this! (just no way you believe this)
stop!
underneath the confidential me!
we’re charged!
to cl!ck the back of your mind
you die!
you filthy guilty piece of sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 4: hitbox]
i can’t handle
all of this uncertainty
is it all real or in my head?
does it really matter if it’s still my life?
falling farther into this chasm i call my mind
and all it’s nervous thoughts
i wish i could just live a regular life
[outro: hitbox]
why?
can’t i shake this?
know it’s a delusion but it feels so
real!
i’m feeling sick
surrounded on all sides but when i turn around i see no-one
f-ck this, i’m done, throwing, away the pieces because
something in my brain tells me they just don’t fit
pieces, of me, my life
and everything i’ve lived
shattered, cut like glass
fingers shred to make them stay

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