Spoils
Spoils making something of a sensitive guy
And since I haven't caught a breath for a couple of nights
I am the centerpiece, it breathes, breathes
Where the fuck am I supposed to go when I got all this heat?
I lost my psyche to terror bite to fight or flight
Every night, I stray further from the light
Bring me to my knees, please
I shouldn't have to tell you that I've got a disease
Not so good, so fine
Like I'm being so selfish
Oh, my God I'm lost, I can't help it
Ah-ha-ha
Go fuck yourself and end up like Elvis
I need you, listеn up
Like it's a miss or a hit
You're gonna end up with a glittеry wrist
About to pass out, oh, like the best of the best
Oh, you see lately I've been feeling like a guest under house arrest
I leave the house and the rest
I meet the stars in the gutter
You're finding how I shouldn't have to tell you that whatever the weather, it's alright
The sun is high, I'm feeling so selfless
In the snow I don't know, I can't help it
On the other side, please, please
I shouldn't have to tell you that I've got a disease
Ah-haa!
You hold the map to the sunken town
She frowns, you frown
You fight and you're frightened, now
But you still look pretty
Is anyone awake in this city?
Is anyone awake in this city?
Is anyone awake in this city?
You took the spoils on the height, you fall
Boiling a cup of coil
Toil trouble, end up in the soil
So this is for the pure and the helpless
For rioting get to rolling like Elvis
And since I haven't caught a breath for a couple of nights
I am the centerpiece, it breathes, breathes
Where the fuck am I supposed to go when I got all this heat?
I lost my psyche to terror bite to fight or flight
Every night, I stray further from the light
Bring me to my knees, please
I shouldn't have to tell you that I've got a disease
Not so good, so fine
Like I'm being so selfish
Oh, my God I'm lost, I can't help it
Ah-ha-ha
Go fuck yourself and end up like Elvis
I need you, listеn up
Like it's a miss or a hit
You're gonna end up with a glittеry wrist
About to pass out, oh, like the best of the best
Oh, you see lately I've been feeling like a guest under house arrest
I leave the house and the rest
I meet the stars in the gutter
You're finding how I shouldn't have to tell you that whatever the weather, it's alright
The sun is high, I'm feeling so selfless
In the snow I don't know, I can't help it
On the other side, please, please
I shouldn't have to tell you that I've got a disease
Ah-haa!
You hold the map to the sunken town
She frowns, you frown
You fight and you're frightened, now
But you still look pretty
Is anyone awake in this city?
Is anyone awake in this city?
Is anyone awake in this city?
You took the spoils on the height, you fall
Boiling a cup of coil
Toil trouble, end up in the soil
So this is for the pure and the helpless
For rioting get to rolling like Elvis
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Writer(s): Ethan Paul Flynn
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