Lyrics: Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Riley Amend
Music: Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Jeremy Klein
Terror when she told me, mmm
“This is what you wanted”
Somebody to hold me, mmm
It's all I ever wanted
Terror when she told me, mmm
“This is what you wanted”
Somebody to hold me, mmm
It's all I ever wanted
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
All I've got is time
No hands, no crown
Eternal the shine
When no one’s around
I’ve had no plans on the lately
Paranoid, they smile when they hate me
**** a urinal, piss in the mainstream
What I gotta chop off so you’ll place me?
Choppin’ up snakey
Demons ovеrtake me
Nevеr had a good reason to be hasty
‘Til the wheels fell off of the daydream
Yeah, we would just take it when we lazy
Didn’t hesitate, it’s wild
How we justify omega
When we get a taste of venom
Turn a quick fix into big dilemma
I’m a dog but I’m not sure if I’ll go to heaven
Thought I knew better
Sneaking pills from her purse
B***h, move, I belong in a hearse
Addy got me feeling like I’m fallin' in reverse
Patty told me, "Hiding in the shadows really only gonna make it worse"
Terror when she told me, mmm
“This is what you wanted”
Somebody to hold me, mmm
It's all I ever wanted (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna—hold it
A future that would’ve been golden
Rumors of realms that don’t wither and fold in
All I smell is some mold in the corners
What good are you for then?
Sweeter and more delectable that torture
The more of those horrors that tend to enfold them
Putrid, the stench from the stables
Forgotten rotted fable scapegoats they holed in
I paid for your rage, a million days
Look at me now on my bullshit
B***h, I shit on this place I was pulled in
Blood feathers break when I shed
But not ever dead
Upgrading my cage when I’m molting
Now that I’m free, what is even illegal?
Burn the whole church 'cause they’re perched on the steeple
Go open the door but you won’t see no people
Know some Ringwraiths that’ll feed on your face if you don’t keep your distance
We’re not going back, it’s a suicide mission
Lights in my head always on everyday is like Christmas
Long as there’s one person still out there listening
Then there’s still a resistance
All our dead dreams detonated right at the core of this mold pearl
We don’t need their assistance
Wait, hold it
Now I wield the dusty bone blade of the Ogress
Sold us downriver
Sold us down the phlegethon but we floated
Just wait
'Cause a carpet of bones 'til there’s nothing left pulsing
Woefully, I cannot help but to loathe this
I hope that nobody knows this
I’ll be there to deliver the finishing blow like a slow kiss
What does he need?
Revenge
For what?
Being born
I’m gon' turn into a ghost, I don’t feel my body
They say I’m broken, shattered bones, I don’t feel nobody
I’m healing scars up in the cold, leave me frozen now
I slowly walk a lonely road, I can’t save myself
Glock on me
I’m gon' walk out the coffin, I shot thirty
See me hop on the block, take a lot for me
I got bugs in my conscious, I rot
Everyone plot on me, knock off his top
**** it
I've got slugs in my system, my shots loaded
Put the gun through your vision and pop forty
Like a bully, I spin on your block
Spiderweb scope out the roof 'til they drop for me
I got all these demons in my grave that leave me vacant
Come and lay yo' body wit' me, baby, won’t awaken
Talkin' wit' the devil, sold my soul, but I could take it
I had nothing left to heal my heart that's always breaking
I got all these demons in my grave that leave me vacant
Come and lay yo' body wit' me, baby, won’t awaken
Talkin' wit' the devil, sold my soul, but I could take it
I had nothing left to heal my heart that's always breaking
Terror when she told me, mmm
“This is what you wanted”
Somebody to hold me, mmm
It's all I ever wanted
Terror when she told me, mmm
“This is what you wanted”
Somebody to hold me, mmm
It's all I ever wanted (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna—hold it
A future that would’ve been golden
Rumors of realms that don’t wither and fold in
All I smell is some mold in the corners
What good are you for then?
Sweeter and more delectable that torture
The more of those horrors that tend to enfold them
Putrid, the stench from the stables
Forgotten rotted fable scapegoats they holed in
Etched like the base of a grave
Covered in old magazines and dead roses
Gotta put on a bold face for the lies and mistakes
All the pain happening right underneath our noses
Woefully, I cannot help but to loathe this
Woefully—Woefully—
I hope that nobody knows this
A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right through the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it