Reckless
(The Twilight)
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
Tryna find that positive energy
But I know it won't go my way
Ay, nothing ever feels the same
With all this lack of empathy around me
Konami-coded justice with the cheat on
Consequence free for the upper echelon
It doesn't matter how I do it in the long run
When all the honest people get fucked over by fake ones. (Facts.)
(Uh) Makes me lose my faith in all of us. We're so far gone. (So far...)
I'm tryna live my best life but it feels so wrong
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
I can feel it pump through my veins
Music is the drug and I'm addicted to the game
Of finding out how many mother fuckin' bangers I can make
Before my will to live gives out on me. (Hoo...)
Creativity puts my mind at ease
Leave behind a heartfelt legacy
Wanna make a song that saves somebody
Hold on to that silver lining. (Hold on.)
Tryna keep my faith 'til I transcend this hollow body
Kick the chair on my best life but the notes will catch me
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
(Who's gon check in?)
At the end of the day, I'm so far gone. I'm reckless
Don't care what happens
Nihilistic, and I can't help it, I can't--
Half-dead: that means I'm halfway to finding peace of mind...
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
Tryna find that positive energy
But I know it won't go my way
Ay, nothing ever feels the same
With all this lack of empathy around me
Konami-coded justice with the cheat on
Consequence free for the upper echelon
It doesn't matter how I do it in the long run
When all the honest people get fucked over by fake ones. (Facts.)
(Uh) Makes me lose my faith in all of us. We're so far gone. (So far...)
I'm tryna live my best life but it feels so wrong
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
I can feel it pump through my veins
Music is the drug and I'm addicted to the game
Of finding out how many mother fuckin' bangers I can make
Before my will to live gives out on me. (Hoo...)
Creativity puts my mind at ease
Leave behind a heartfelt legacy
Wanna make a song that saves somebody
Hold on to that silver lining. (Hold on.)
Tryna keep my faith 'til I transcend this hollow body
Kick the chair on my best life but the notes will catch me
Half-dead, feelin' like a fraction
Forgive myself? I don't think it's gonna happen
Hung up on a rough section
I wear this rope around my throat like a necklace. (Ha)
A martyr for the music, I am flexin'
Pour the lyrics out like I'm blood lettin'. (Yuck)
Fuck--I am thinkin' so reckless
But at the end of the day, who's gon check in?
(Who's gon check in?)
At the end of the day, I'm so far gone. I'm reckless
Don't care what happens
Nihilistic, and I can't help it, I can't--
Half-dead: that means I'm halfway to finding peace of mind...
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Writer(s): Andrew James Wagner, Ian Laurich
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