Lyrics: prod envyother/prod jad/Nora Griffiths
Music: prod envyother/prod jad/Nora Griffiths
Piece it back from ruins and tatters so I can move on
I know, crowded and scattered to hear the old song
Black crow, perched in the window to mark my old wrongs
Glass work, painted and shaped, but it never lasts long
Bad burn, worse like each day, but I'm scared to make sound
Mask hurt, stepping in silence, but it's a lie now
Love you, really I love you, I wanna cry out
Cut through thickest of clouds, and all of the worst doubt
Sing now, sing to the crowd like I'm at the roadhouse
Dig my grave, and I'm feeling just like a hell-hound
I chase pity, they look at me like a sad clown
Building bricks, cold outside so I'm rocking a winter fit
New abyss, still I run away, like with a cheaper fix
Handle risk, complete the task, no, I never ****ing miss
Counterfeit, all of your swag is really some stolen shit
Oldest trick left in the book, but I threw it in the mix
Head get light, and I'm thinking I need a tourniquet
Let's not fight, we could understand it all in a bit
Spend my life just to find out like what it really is
(Oldest trick left in the book, but I threw it in the mix)
Piece it back from ruins and tatters so I can move on
I know, crowded and scattered to hear the old song
Black crow, perched in the window to mark my old wrongs
Glass work, painted and shaped, but it never lasts long
Bad burn, worse like each day, but I'm scared to make sound
Mask hurt, stepping in silence, but it's a lie now
Love you, really I love you, I wanna cry out
Cut through thickest of clouds, and all of the worst doubt
Sing now, sing to the crowd like I'm at the roadhouse
I chase pity, they look at me like a sad clown