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letra de hombre lobo/hombre loco - the trust fund kids

[hook]:
ahhh

[verse]:
i don’t wanna be a hero
i just wanna go to sleep in my bed
but we’ve been running on fear though
always ruminating on being dead

if we become apostles
will we finally become docile?
but darling, they’re all dropping like flies
so let’s play a game, let’s try to morbidly guess our demise

[chorus]:
but this f-cking little game i play
this relentless sharade
is making me mortally afraid

i had a dream of us decayed
counting worms
in the jordan grave they made

but when you’re done and pay
they’ll ask, they’ll say
did you enjoy your stay?

and i’m just trying to enjoy my stay
but my mind wanders, it walks away

[hook]:
ahhh

[verse]:
it’s time to give up, it’s time to give up the ghost
it’s time to find someone in which to become engrossed
it’s time to give up, it’s time to give up the wraith
but darling, you know i could never be your man of faith

[chorus]:
but this f-cking little game i play
this relentless sharade
is making me mortally afraid

i had a nightmare of us decayed
counting worms
in the jordan grave they made

but when you’re done and pay
they’ll ask, they’ll say
did you enjoy your stay?

and i’m just trying to enjoy my stay
but my mind wanders, it walks away

i’m just trying to enjoy the free water
not think of them running out of room at the inn
when they have to make room for our daughters

[section b]:

ooooo

now and then i got a little bit mentally
preoccupied on the things that predated me
but now i’m just focusing on a sedated me
i guess i’ll focus later on who created me
right now let me feel my sh-t, earnestly

that persona non grata
had a hold on this pariah
but the pain that transpired
didn’t make me jeremiah
or the prophet zacariah
or the prophet obadiah
or a savior-like messiah
or some king like josiah
it made me a f-cking liar
it just made me a denier
of an inescapable fire
like the pigheaded zedekiah
but i stop . .
‘cuz i ain’t running from the bad
imma feel all this sh-t
i do happy, i do sad
getting mad or going mad
i’m my mom and i’m my dad

this sh-t was never supposed to be easy
this sh-t was life

and these stupid, little things
kept me holding, holding on true
my baby blue
do you feel empty, too?

- the trust fund kids

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