~Illumination Records~
On the run, grab the gun
I ain't playin' around
I weigh a ton, must be done
My feet just pound on the ground.
I feel my breath
My wrist's pulsating
Close to death
I'm tired of waiting
Hot like a chef near the oven
I kneel whilst suffocating.
Feeling the chills that a blanket can't sugarcoat
Struggling forward, holes in boat, trying to stay afloat
The droning thrills like a tank, yeah, it's my antidote
And disregarding all the pain from this metallic throat.
Unending strife
Keeping a knife
In the back of my pocket.
Got nothing left
'Cept scars of theft
And one waterfall locket.
It's hung 'round my neck
And the back reads a quote
But the letter's a wreck
Near my metallic throat.
I'm
Busted,
Rusted,
Disgusted,
Untrusted.
They're
Dusted,
Adjusted,
Husted,
Yet lusted.
They're playing
And staying,
Oh, but what am I?
Feeling the chills that a blanket can't sugarcoat (I'm busted, rusted, disgusted)
Struggling forward, holes in boat, trying to stay afloat (Untrusted. They're dusted, adjusted)
The droning thrills like a tank, yeah, it's my antidote (Husted, yet lusted. They're)
And disregarding all the pain from this metallic throat. (Playing, and staying, ohhh)
BUT WHAT AM I!?!?...
...Feeling the chills that a blanket can't sugarcoat
Struggling forward, holes in boat, trying to stay afloat
The droning thrills like a tank, yeah, it's my antidote
And disregarding all the pain from this metallic throat. |