E-Koolaid (Demo)
Seldom cut this far to mend
Rumors have it made
Now they're what you are
Fear your rubber room again
Nothing changes hands
Fear turns to black
And it's safe to say
Elvis died alone
No one cares
INSTRUMENTAL
If only love kept the receipt?
It's only human
How they love their misery
Burned and tattered at the seams
With no one wincing
It's best when watered down
The nurse said, take it all
To have a better day
Broken, faded; hope, gone
I never seem to practice
I'd rather care as i should
(Breathe out)
My soul's a piece of driftwood
Has the problem filled the feelings?
The finial, childish event
Just assume
Take pity in those who,self-help
Gold weight this broken, manifest
Fucking tame the music
My allegiance turned to protest
Tension held with presents
The final air to covet
You sorrow a depression
Life crumbles in your washer
Cold away to finishing
Go away
The meanings
Can't fucking feed the meaning
Pain-enforcing, meds
(Breathe out)
Bury me before she consumes
Ever-tow the vengeance
Carry away the, throw in, meaning
(Breathe out)
The soul is so, eluding
Meth has method, mentioned
Death has left me hungry
(So alone)
(Sorry moaned)
So I owned
Will your death make pictures?
Fucking loud, inceptions
Living out infection
I'm without affection
Global, cheap, and doubtful
Not to keep this going
Friends are not worth, noise
No one really loves
Man-kind will refuse
Self-routine of feelings
Rumors have it made
Now they're what you are
Fear your rubber room again
Nothing changes hands
Fear turns to black
And it's safe to say
Elvis died alone
No one cares
INSTRUMENTAL
If only love kept the receipt?
It's only human
How they love their misery
Burned and tattered at the seams
With no one wincing
It's best when watered down
The nurse said, take it all
To have a better day
Broken, faded; hope, gone
I never seem to practice
I'd rather care as i should
(Breathe out)
My soul's a piece of driftwood
Has the problem filled the feelings?
The finial, childish event
Just assume
Take pity in those who,self-help
Gold weight this broken, manifest
Fucking tame the music
My allegiance turned to protest
Tension held with presents
The final air to covet
You sorrow a depression
Life crumbles in your washer
Cold away to finishing
Go away
The meanings
Can't fucking feed the meaning
Pain-enforcing, meds
(Breathe out)
Bury me before she consumes
Ever-tow the vengeance
Carry away the, throw in, meaning
(Breathe out)
The soul is so, eluding
Meth has method, mentioned
Death has left me hungry
(So alone)
(Sorry moaned)
So I owned
Will your death make pictures?
Fucking loud, inceptions
Living out infection
I'm without affection
Global, cheap, and doubtful
Not to keep this going
Friends are not worth, noise
No one really loves
Man-kind will refuse
Self-routine of feelings
Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Blalock, Honey Maid
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