Can't see a ladder
These flames are scattered
Behaving manic
My fate was tragic
Decay and panic engrossed
I'm seeing static enclosed
The figures they all impose
Pale skin under my clothes
Fake friends they were quick to go
Show me the way
I've not seen a trace
Of my own
F*cking face
Under the mirror erased
A f*cking sinner
Not a beginner
I'll take the rap game to dinner
And Fu-Fu-Fu-u-u
I'm a winner
I f*cking doubt I'll forgive em'
Caught in loops make they loose all their wisdom
But f*cker I do the same thing
I'm glued to the pavement
Out all my arrangements
I'm clouded in fake shit and bound by the hatred
F*ck it
Nothing is sacred
I know myself my
Life's just started
But I might just end it
I need my health my
Life just started
But I might just end it
F*ck you I'm leaving
I'm done with receiving
A falsified grievance
Away and deceive someone else
I'm busy spitting in hell
Under a million spells
I inflicted upon myself I f*cking fell
In a rut I f*cking tell
All my cries always try all the lies f*cking smell
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
Citadel Steam - Proselytism Lyrics
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Can't see a ladder
These flames are scattered
Behaving manic
My fate was tragic
Decay and panic engrossed
I'm seeing static enclosed
The figures they all impose
Pale skin under my clothes
Fake friends they were quick to go
Show me the way
I've not seen a trace
Of my own
F*cking face
Under the mirror erased
A f*cking sinner
Not a beginner
I'll take the rap game to dinner
And Fu-Fu-Fu-u-u
I'm a winner
I f*cking doubt I'll forgive em'
Caught in loops make they loose all their wisdom
But f*cker I do the same thing
I'm glued to the pavement
Out all my arrangements
I'm clouded in fake shit and bound by the hatred
F*ck it
Nothing is sacred
I know myself my
Life's just started
But I might just end it
I need my health my
Life just started
But I might just end it
F*ck you I'm leaving
I'm done with receiving
A falsified grievance
Away and deceive someone else
I'm busy spitting in hell
Under a million spells
I inflicted upon myself I f*cking fell
In a rut I f*cking tell
All my cries always try all the lies f*cking smell
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
These flames are scattered
Behaving manic
My fate was tragic
Decay and panic engrossed
I'm seeing static enclosed
The figures they all impose
Pale skin under my clothes
Fake friends they were quick to go
Show me the way
I've not seen a trace
Of my own
F*cking face
Under the mirror erased
A f*cking sinner
Not a beginner
I'll take the rap game to dinner
And Fu-Fu-Fu-u-u
I'm a winner
I f*cking doubt I'll forgive em'
Caught in loops make they loose all their wisdom
But f*cker I do the same thing
I'm glued to the pavement
Out all my arrangements
I'm clouded in fake shit and bound by the hatred
F*ck it
Nothing is sacred
I know myself my
Life's just started
But I might just end it
I need my health my
Life just started
But I might just end it
F*ck you I'm leaving
I'm done with receiving
A falsified grievance
Away and deceive someone else
I'm busy spitting in hell
Under a million spells
I inflicted upon myself I f*cking fell
In a rut I f*cking tell
All my cries always try all the lies f*cking smell
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
What is this existence
But a waste of time
Waste to my mind
Writer: Francis Whittemore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid