1. |
Peel My Heart
02:08
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I'd rather Peel my heart
with a rusty knife
And dump it in a pot
of boiling acetone
And id rather catch on fire
After chugging kerosene
Than to have to face the feelings
That erupt inside of me
And if My brain gets cut
And sprayed with alcohol
It would hurt much less
Than the truth behind my thoughts
And id rather catch on fire
After chugging kerosene
Than to have to face the feelings
That erupt inside of me
Dead inside
Walking around,
Blindfolded and fooled
And so id rather peel my heart
My thoughts are clouded
Confused and drowning
I cant look up
So id rather catch on fire
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2. |
Toxic Womb
02:07
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I came out of your toxic womb
And forged myself a strong armor
It wasnt quite like that all along
But recently I came to see
Im sorry that u almost died
When I came out your toxic womb
It aint my fault and u know that
But somehow, theres some guilt inside.
But I know that it aint your fault
I know u did the best u could
We r the same, yea me and u
Well I forgive u mama,
Do you?
I came out of your toxic womb
Went looking for a fix or two
And soon enough
I learned the truth
I knew that I'll be back for her cocaine...
CORO
(Toxic womb Me and you
me and you Are from a toxic womb baby)
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3. |
Hot Pocket
02:00
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I got a hot pocket
That burns quick
Yea I know my arithmetic
Just times are rough
Cant stop dying
To eat what they have
All been trying
times are rough
And rent aint cheap
Moving signs
Going up every week
(Coro)
(Buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
Our future is going to hell
Buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
Destroy the earth
For living well)
I got a hot pocket
Of Burning cash
Yea I know where to keep my stash
Just times are rough
Gotta look nice
Yea u know there is a fuckn price
I said times are tough
you pay for success
Tho you are living a fuckn mess
(Coro)
(Buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
Our future is going to hell
Buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
Destroy the earth
For living well)
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4. |
Emotional Dishes
02:26
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(Verse)
Dont want to wash
my Emotional dishes
like my broken wishes
Forever confused my friend
Throw them against the wall
Cant clean them all
Anxiety's nest and
Serotonin is gone now
X2
(Pre-coro)
Anxiety's nest
I roll in the pieces
My head is in distress
No rest, and theres fear
To get cut, a bloody mess
I come real near
to death !!
(Coro)
Walking on the line of reason
Loosing all this feeling
Cut in the chest
Anxietys nest
Cut in the chest
Anxietys nest
(Verse)
Cant pick up,
all of the pieces
of my Emotional dishes
Cuz no one believes me baby
When I tell em
They say I only made a Mess
Anxiety's nest and
Serotonin is gone now
X2
(Coro)
Walking on the line of reason
Loosing all this feeling
Cut in the chest
Anxietys nest
Cut in the chest
Anxietys nest
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5. |
The Wolf, Baby
03:55
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Mehhh mehhh mehhh
If you are not being sheep
They will talk all the shit but
Im the wolf baby!!!!
There aint no pack for me tho
Im the wolf baby
But i aint lonely either
Im the wolf baby
The woods belong to me tho
Cuz im the wolf baby
the wolf baby
Im the wolf
And The moon
is my companion
The stars my sisters
But the woods
Belong to me tho
Im the wolf
And the moon
Is like my soul mate
Im still in love, even tho
Ill never get to touch her/Ill never get to be with her
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