Azdi404 - Feed Lyrics

Let me watch you the way I want
Let me trace the root of my sickness
I might find a hatch door to hate you

Let me hear you whisper a cool breeze
Numbing my consciousness to sleep
You just love the darkness taking over me

So I yield to your phantoms for a night truce
Resting these weary inflaming bones

My imagination accepts instances as they come
I saw a surviving homeless metaphor
On the sidewalk from the other side
It recalled its survival & stories of faraway females
Reflecting on times, carving words carefully

Disappearing into the night
As city spies, as third guests
Walking karmas, blank tales of nobody yet

The blessed boys, the wicked girls
Hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden
Waiting to be fed

In a lawless god's land, nothing's changed
You just possessed both sides
Tipping one over the other

I'm still searching the damp morning hours
For a hatch door to disappear
So there'll be nothing left of me
I want to be a metaphor of what happens
When anyone believes you

And you? I don't know
I watch you as a walking karma
With the night owls and nocturnal bodies
With blank tales of nobody yet
Mingling with the blessed boys
Dancing with the wicked girls
Hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden waiting to be fed
You're waiting to be fed
Feed on that what keeps you wicked