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letra de the ballardian tragedy - mournst

[verse 1: rozz dyliam]
about two tons an s90 weighs
honestly a thing of absolute thing of beauty i must say
the perfume of petrol peppers the air
revolutions reverberate and resonate inside my face
handbrake, drift, cliffside spinal break
one too many pints equates to one too many irish wakes
fantasized expressions of horror, mouth wide, agape
affixed to the final crowed of spectators that i amazed
fragments of chromium dash components crushed, fly through sp-ce
as glass again return to the state of sand that defines its primal state
the thousands of countless hours i pushed down and tried to erase
praying for death only to have it hit me back with a tidal wave
it still kind of stands up on its own legs as a nice cliche
falling in love with defying fate can come with a hefty price to pay
time to die today, time to let go and be whisked away
only to be met with the end in sight’s delightful gaze
hot summer pavement in july, body left side is scr-ped
intertwined with fate trapped in the wreckage never tried to escape
the prized final bile choke, fluid leak, glued to seat
the scent of the rising vinyl smoke, as the rest is vaporized away
in a perpetual state of indifference, peace in a kind of way
all of my hubris, pride, and angst as i see it now and hindsight fades
it’s as easy as night and day, the value of the void just might outweigh what it’s like to be stuck on a planet of people all crammed up inside such a tiny place
when i look at it all for what it was, realistically, i was a waste
a waste of talent spent when i could’ve been practicing my cries of pain
the last bit of humanity that i had left to give
trapped in between these two pieces of shrapnel lodged inside my brain
going out with balled fists, p-ssed in a state of just visceral anger
i just wanna be pr-nounced dead on the scene, lord, please not a cliffhanger
arm shattered from the wrist angle, prime example of a risk taker
out of cl!cks on the inhaler with his own music in the disc changer
collision, force, impact, all sculpt an interesting testament to nature
a deep obsession with vehicular danger, a very odd, specific behavior
left on a sour note with a major astringent and bitter flavor
too obscure for these stupid poors and normal folk to read about it in the paper
[verse 2: gizmo]
skin on the pavement
the b-tch of his bones on the side of the road, that’s a mess
watch them blame it on me and my shameless ’cause i couldn’t care about someone you love going brainless, im stainless, it wasn’t me
when you dead on the road, don’t be buzzin’ me
it’s the smell on the road where the buzzards be
i can bottle it up ’cause it comfort me, you suffer me
how can i function, i’m stuck in the moment
i don’t see no darkness
my lids only closing and showing me pictures of humans and pieces
or fragments of metal inside em like reese’s, i think i’m sick
life is a snake and it’s gonna hiss
that’s a warning you’ll take and a shot you’ll miss
see the reason i’m driving up off a cliff, when i’m off the cliff
my body looks like a mass and it struck up
the nerves in my skin take a bath from the cut up
the bath is pool full of agony
shut up and pick up pieces, while start body bagging me

- mournst

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