Walking through the city while I'm tryna find an optimist
This populous is under the hypnoticment
Typically I'm busy beating up my conscious
In the closet when
Recording myself to my f*cking audience
Would you know there is nothing inside my head but a lobotomist
Who's downloading firmware to boost my confidence
In a minute I'm willing to walk up to my ex and sock the bitch
Im losing coherence isn't it obvious
Half my body is metal the other half is out of oxygen
The chip in my brain has f*cking restarted and
I think that I am beginning to see the reason that I started this
A threat to myself the living embodyment
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Its been 200 years I think this body has maybe 200 more
Ill resurrect my friend just so I can show him my audio
Im searching through the graveyard , these heads are all made of cobblestone
Tight grip around my shovel , just fought a ghost
Dead leaves and camouflage ,
I find my body then I hide it inside of my walls
You call it hubris , I say I'm f*cking god
Take the universe and grab it by its f*cking balls
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
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Walking through the city while I'm tryna find an optimist
This populous is under the hypnoticment
Typically I'm busy beating up my conscious
In the closet when
Recording myself to my f*cking audience
Would you know there is nothing inside my head but a lobotomist
Who's downloading firmware to boost my confidence
In a minute I'm willing to walk up to my ex and sock the bitch
Im losing coherence isn't it obvious
Half my body is metal the other half is out of oxygen
The chip in my brain has f*cking restarted and
I think that I am beginning to see the reason that I started this
A threat to myself the living embodyment
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Its been 200 years I think this body has maybe 200 more
Ill resurrect my friend just so I can show him my audio
Im searching through the graveyard , these heads are all made of cobblestone
Tight grip around my shovel , just fought a ghost
Dead leaves and camouflage ,
I find my body then I hide it inside of my walls
You call it hubris , I say I'm f*cking god
Take the universe and grab it by its f*cking balls
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
This populous is under the hypnoticment
Typically I'm busy beating up my conscious
In the closet when
Recording myself to my f*cking audience
Would you know there is nothing inside my head but a lobotomist
Who's downloading firmware to boost my confidence
In a minute I'm willing to walk up to my ex and sock the bitch
Im losing coherence isn't it obvious
Half my body is metal the other half is out of oxygen
The chip in my brain has f*cking restarted and
I think that I am beginning to see the reason that I started this
A threat to myself the living embodyment
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Its been 200 years I think this body has maybe 200 more
Ill resurrect my friend just so I can show him my audio
Im searching through the graveyard , these heads are all made of cobblestone
Tight grip around my shovel , just fought a ghost
Dead leaves and camouflage ,
I find my body then I hide it inside of my walls
You call it hubris , I say I'm f*cking god
Take the universe and grab it by its f*cking balls
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Cold world, yet it all burns
Faces, but without words
When the truth's a lie, and the love's cursed
On the highway driving Gods' hearse
Writer: Eric Fain
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