Granyte - Phillip Norman - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Phillip Norman

Granyte

The Defiance

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Tekst piosenki
About to rip these fucking beats apart - vivisection And show you my beating heart, call that shit introspection Just listen to the fucking words, I mean no disrespect miss But if you get offended, then you're being inattentive And I can end you faster than I can end an infant resting Tired of the drama and the constant interceptions Get my words across to get your unofficial blessing Show you the intermarriage of this pain and disconnection Feeling like the tides right now I'm waxing ill poetic Storm these goddamn castle gates to destroy the figures bearing My hopes, my dreams, my life, my screams Good night, can't sleep, someone, save me From this darkness surrounding me as I give it all up And these voices can't shut the fuck up in this inner forum Got me writing about this life like I'm Phillip Norman Burn this fucking city down with this hidden molotov Open every door, and feel the darkness surround you Every little lie has to be crafted to sound true My mask on my face, and this mic in my hand And a machete to show the world we're in different camps x2 About to blow the fuck up, spitting straight kerosene I can't calm the fuck down, I don't know serenity My life is falling around me, yeah you better scream No control, but I can end it all successively Grab a bottle of Jack and a handful of ketamines You're doing well? Well, you can call me entropy Cause I can fuck up your world if you let me breathe Act like there's an S on my chest, my life's charity Drive me into the ground like I'm a fucking Kennedy I'm so tired, why can no one ever rescue me It's like you can always hear me, but listening selectively What did I do, why am I just condemned to be Stuck in this fucking loop, just repeating every week Got me writing about this life like I'm Phillip Norman Burn this fucking city down with this hidden molotov Open every door, and feel the darkness surround you Every little lie has to be crafted to sound true My mask on my face, and this mic in my hand And a machete to show the world we're in different camps x4 From this darkness surrounding me as I give it all up And these voices can't shut the fuck up in this hidden forum Got me writing about this life like I'm Phillip Norman Burn this fucking city down with this hidden molotov
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