Nomads

Living like nomads, the fuck is a home?
Cold as the ice on that mountainy road (Syringe)
What is it now that you told me before?
Nothing is different, I'm still on the floor
Gotta be real when I feel unimportant
Dancing around like I am off the porridge
I'm in the shit, I'm in sight of my aura
Sparkling, whiney disorder
Living like nomads, the fuck is a home?
Cold as the ice on that mountainy road
What is it now that you told me before?
Nothing is different, I'm still on the floor
Gotta be real when I feel unimportant
Dancing around like I am off the porridge
I'm in the shit, I'm in sight of my aura
Sparkling, whiney disorder



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Cauthen, Sybyr
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