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soon to be audio, this a tribute to my manz-cage kennlyz
im tired of wearin these same old clothes till they tear,
im tired of speakin this english when nobody cares
im tired of this fire in me,
im tired of thinkin every depressed kid is relyin on me
to make this work, ive done paid this dirt,
but all i could really feel is that i made things worse
i hate this curse, im emersed still holdin the source,
thinkin "one day matt, the cover is yours"
got a lacerated soul that is covered in sores
inside a hollow house that is covered in doors
tired of my friends wrists raining blood into a puddle that covers the floor
im tired of not having the answers,
im tired of my parents on my back till im trampled
im tired of gettin high, pushin my face in the blue mesk,
im tired of picking up my mind in this misconstrewed mess
im tired of this black whole, it never goes away,
im tired of your face, it doesnt know my name
i feel like im lyin' in a place full of sculdin flames
my lifes like a meth lab it can explode at anytime
shining like the most valuble things,
leaving seringes stuck in these vains
watching my world go up into flames
i live in a nightmare with cocaine, speed
broken dreams and weed
someday hopefully ill see what the shits doin to me
its ruinin me,
with my eyes blinded,
and the drugs inside my mind decided to quit before i did
what do you see when you look behind my iris,
if i asked god to give me a sign,
hed probably drop me off on a sinking island
staring into my twitching eyelids,
tryin to figure out where the fuck I went
struggling against the force that entagles me
screaming at the sky for someone to shoot frank for me
with a hallow bullet in my hand the mask falls
tryin to find the right pitch that shatters these glass walls
im tired of wearin these same old clothes till they tear,
im tired of speakin this english when nobody cares
im tired of this fire in me,
im tired of thinkin every depressed kid is relyin on me
to make this work, ive done paid this dirt,
but all i could really feel is that i made things worse
i hate this curse, im emersed still holdin the source,
thinkin "one day matt, the cover is yours"
got a lacerated soul that is covered in sores
inside a hollow house that is covered in doors
tired of my friends wrists raining blood into a puddle that covers the floor
im tired of not having the answers,
im tired of my parents on my back till im trampled
im tired of gettin high, pushin my face in the blue mesk,
im tired of picking up my mind in this misconstrewed mess
im tired of this black whole, it never goes away,
im tired of your face, it doesnt know my name
i feel like im lyin' in a place full of sculdin flames
my lifes like a meth lab it can explode at anytime
shining like the most valuble things,
leaving seringes stuck in these vains
watching my world go up into flames
i live in a nightmare with cocaine, speed
broken dreams and weed
someday hopefully ill see what the shits doin to me
its ruinin me,
with my eyes blinded,
and the drugs inside my mind decided to quit before i did
what do you see when you look behind my iris,
if i asked god to give me a sign,
hed probably drop me off on a sinking island
staring into my twitching eyelids,
tryin to figure out where the fuck I went
struggling against the force that entagles me
screaming at the sky for someone to shoot frank for me
with a hallow bullet in my hand the mask falls
tryin to find the right pitch that shatters these glass walls
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