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letra de safe-room typewriter - minor lyrics

verse1;
i give you power
you convert it; turn into a coward
a glowing soul, progression growing bold
learn a lesson, truth unfolds
construct my hours, break the mold
see what it’s like to breath through the fight
yeah that’s right, you just might
run through the night and end ya life
your p-ssy cat fully packed; open up
and it stinks “lysol that.”
when i’m angry, i’m on the attack
and when you’re mad, you can’t state facts
it makes me mad
brain dead zombie-clown step the f-ck back
your dark carnival lingers on me
small particles of your brain matter falling upon me
dumb blondie
needle in your eyes, lobotomy
feeble sheep follows lies the follows me
contradict your ways – a way of a fiend is all i see in thee
a save point is what you need
your slip up is a move made falsely
(chorus)
hunter in the night
smoker in the day
boomers get pushed away
a junkie’s day would decay
mind’s all sway
what d’ya say? – what d’ya say?
outta your face
i don’t know if you’re f-cking with me
but i’m f-cking with you
cuz your heads loose
and you can’t comprehend what power is; fool
i’ve rusty tools that are more reliable than you

verse2:
i give you knowledge
you convert it; turn your brain into porridge
this girl thinks that she got the best of me
but my feelings are turning h-lla ghostly
i’m better mostly
without her by my side
all she wanna do is whine and cry, drink wine, do drugs
and die
let’s talk about real stuff going on
nah; all she wanna do is hide
delusional state (in a) in a beehive
see thy suffer with my own eyes
read her fadeless with my own mind
she tells lies
loyalty crumbles when he die
joylessly humble when she provides
you really think life is a 9 to 5
such a (waste of) waste of time
passion is a gift where my mind shines
telling me you’re fine is when you lie
(chorus)
hunter in the night
smoker in the day
boomers get pushed away
a junkie’s day would decay
mind’s all sway
what d’ya say? – what d’ya say?
outta your face
i don’t know if you’re f-cking with me
but i’m f-cking with you
cuz your heads loose
and you can’t comprehend what power is; fool
i’ve rusty tools that are more reliable than you

verse3:
i give you hours
you convert it; waste time, don’t even tower
i’m thinking like two steps ahead in my zef-bed
triple 7 on the dice, don’t question; nuff said
electric through my veins
a blue and white kinda fame where the snowflakes shame
and the obsessive are to blame
(blame – blame – blame – blame)

- minor lyrics

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