Lyrics

I recycle bullets pull the casings from my teeth
I got the powder falling out from
my nose down to my feet
I'm unimpressed use your discretion while the vest is out of reach
That Smith & Wesson off the dresser now it's resting on your beats
I laced it up I hopped the fence and fell right outta my dreams
wore out my soul looking for gold but just awoke my disease
I poked around looking for answers ripped the sky at the seams
Pulled back the curtain found for certain there was nothing beneath
Never earned my wisdom just dissolved on my tongue
I dropped the veil removed the scales and stared right into the sun
I looped it looped it down the drain and back around till I'm numb
burned a hole right through the mirror to the back of a gun
Leveled up from shooting bundles stashin' cash inside my socks
Injectin' trash nothing passive I only walk
like I talk
Cry out for someone somewhere something or can't feel what I felt
That dial tone busy god said miss me so I do that myself.
Never going back I dropped out can't show my face
Tie it off on the commute nodding off in the place
Sick of walking walking round all bare broken and flayed
I found a blanket and I made my skin inside of the shade.
Ate the empties drained the cottons lick the back of dollar bills
Fiending every evening sweatin' right through the chills
Cut the rope and shoot the dope once I get trapped in the well
Dreaming every trauma constant back in my hell
I saw myself inside a dream corrupted under a spell
When I was six inside the mist I found a portal to hell
Right through a hole inside the wall ten years before it had fell
Asingle quill stuck in an OD man who'd have known it's myself
Too curious it killed the cat I knew I wasn't comin' back
There's somethin' in me knew I would be blue but still I took the path
It's deep deep deep inside the dreams stuck with me wouldn't leave
A well inside my belly pulled my heart out of it's little sleeve
I built that wall I made it tall protect my feels in a dome
I shut it down and curled up and now it grows on it's own
I wanted to know everything no matter how bad it hurt
Desperate dig a tunnel back up under the dirt
Dreaming every trauma constant back in my hell
Written by: Bryan Koch
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