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BEXEY – Bleak. lyrics
[Zehtroid Vzn]
[verse]
ive been in this same room for 3 weeks now.
got violet flowers violently bleeding, don't listen, don't breathe out.
could surround your inner town with killer clowns don't fuck around.. they hate the smell of ya.
lesson 1.. don't get high off your own medi..
Moon hides from me now, don't know where I'm coming from..
the clouds got deranged frowns cause I'm tryna be one of them.
laying on my roof dressed in white, smooth criminal..
howling to the sky my neighbours just opened their window too.
they might phone the police again to have a weird interview..
tell me stop mumbling.. ill tell you don't listen fool.
my stomach rumble interrupts.. forgot to eat today and yesterday.. (before?)
im not sure.. hows my memory got so poor?
aint no thunder thats my hunger maybe i get too into things..
im lost inside this skirting board, his friends up there don't even call..
thats so disrespectful.. and when they do he said its like
"I'm talking to a brick wall"
maybe cause you are?
left school dad wanted me to be a plumber..
he said : "you desperately definitely need something to go fall back on.."
the blood leak. on the concrete. when i hit age 36 to be exact.. I'm 18 now
how am i doing? un-gradeable in my maths exam.
[chorus]
as the world spins
i hear a message in a bottle smash right in the distance
im edging towards it.. on a horse with no name and no brain..
yeah we just need co-ordinates
[verse]
ive been in this same room for 3 weeks now.
got violet flowers violently bleeding, don't listen, don't breathe out.
could surround your inner town with killer clowns don't fuck around.. they hate the smell of ya.
lesson 1.. don't get high off your own medi..
Moon hides from me now, don't know where I'm coming from..
the clouds got deranged frowns cause I'm tryna be one of them.
laying on my roof dressed in white, smooth criminal..
howling to the sky my neighbours just opened their window too.
they might phone the police again to have a weird interview..
tell me stop mumbling.. ill tell you don't listen fool.
my stomach rumble interrupts.. forgot to eat today and yesterday.. (before?)
im not sure.. hows my memory got so poor?
aint no thunder thats my hunger maybe i get too into things..
im lost inside this skirting board, his friends up there don't even call..
thats so disrespectful.. and when they do he said its like
"I'm talking to a brick wall"
maybe cause you are?
left school dad wanted me to be a plumber..
he said : "you desperately definitely need something to go fall back on.."
the blood leak. on the concrete. when i hit age 36 to be exact.. I'm 18 now
how am i doing? un-gradeable in my maths exam.
[chorus]
as the world spins
i hear a message in a bottle smash right in the distance
im edging towards it.. on a horse with no name and no brain..
yeah we just need co-ordinates
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