rawDOG
Gnawing on me
Yeah, yeah
La da da da da da
I admit
How beautiful are the syllables emitted out your lips
And I'll admit
You make me want to show myself a little bit by
Bit-bit-bit-but
In my attic lies a 100 faces
So would you stop pulling them away
I'm the man who hides
In all the masks that he makes
But you pull off my facade anyway like
Gnawing on me
She asks
And adds a question mark
Cause every mask that I make is a standard for every mistake that I've made, yeah
Accounting for all the restraints that you've seen
All of the collars between you and me
So dot dot dot beneath the lines despite knowing that you hate all the qualifiers
For the rhymes that I write
You don't desire
Do they sound a little bit too raw to you?
Raw
Back to my point of view
Troubles with loving you
Let in a posthumous envelope that's addressed to you
Concerning the me that you didn't know and
I know the prose is a little dry
But while reading please keep in mind
My faults neither from nature or nurture and that's the simple truth
Yet you continue to gnaw
I want you stay away
But all expectations fade with seasons
You're ruminating on all of the reasons
I am a different species in a good way
But baby you don't look at me like I do
And my nightmare's that you're stuck inside the same room
While my canines are aching for you
So just call me the past
And bury me deep
Cause I am the beast
With 6 gates on my neck
Before the pyramids swallow my conscience
My lust disgusts me, I'm nauseous
And you haunt me when I'm unconscious, yeah
But the leash you bought for Cerberus
The Saint Laurent straightjacket
Size average doesn't fit
It feels a bit loose at the wrist
Because of your
Close distance so
Why did you strip?
Don't look at me different
When you changed the channel to
Triple X's
You're not scared now
But lust is the gateway drug to my human vices
Cause I'm Cthulu screaming like Cain killing Abel
Creating new sins not yet listed in Bibles
So pull out the arts and crafts
Let's make labels for the scissors you stuck in my eyeholes
And relax, I don't got a pentagram in my van
Syntax violent, but the truth is deadpan
Relax, discipline slipping
Like Satan slipping out of my intestines, ooh yeah
Like your knife slipping out of my intestines, yeah
But the truth hurt you too much so you hid the weapon
And that keeps you up at night, but I don't blame you so sleep tight
That's just who I am
Yeah, yeah
La da da da da da
I admit
How beautiful are the syllables emitted out your lips
And I'll admit
You make me want to show myself a little bit by
Bit-bit-bit-but
In my attic lies a 100 faces
So would you stop pulling them away
I'm the man who hides
In all the masks that he makes
But you pull off my facade anyway like
Gnawing on me
She asks
And adds a question mark
Cause every mask that I make is a standard for every mistake that I've made, yeah
Accounting for all the restraints that you've seen
All of the collars between you and me
So dot dot dot beneath the lines despite knowing that you hate all the qualifiers
For the rhymes that I write
You don't desire
Do they sound a little bit too raw to you?
Raw
Back to my point of view
Troubles with loving you
Let in a posthumous envelope that's addressed to you
Concerning the me that you didn't know and
I know the prose is a little dry
But while reading please keep in mind
My faults neither from nature or nurture and that's the simple truth
Yet you continue to gnaw
I want you stay away
But all expectations fade with seasons
You're ruminating on all of the reasons
I am a different species in a good way
But baby you don't look at me like I do
And my nightmare's that you're stuck inside the same room
While my canines are aching for you
So just call me the past
And bury me deep
Cause I am the beast
With 6 gates on my neck
Before the pyramids swallow my conscience
My lust disgusts me, I'm nauseous
And you haunt me when I'm unconscious, yeah
But the leash you bought for Cerberus
The Saint Laurent straightjacket
Size average doesn't fit
It feels a bit loose at the wrist
Because of your
Close distance so
Why did you strip?
Don't look at me different
When you changed the channel to
Triple X's
You're not scared now
But lust is the gateway drug to my human vices
Cause I'm Cthulu screaming like Cain killing Abel
Creating new sins not yet listed in Bibles
So pull out the arts and crafts
Let's make labels for the scissors you stuck in my eyeholes
And relax, I don't got a pentagram in my van
Syntax violent, but the truth is deadpan
Relax, discipline slipping
Like Satan slipping out of my intestines, ooh yeah
Like your knife slipping out of my intestines, yeah
But the truth hurt you too much so you hid the weapon
And that keeps you up at night, but I don't blame you so sleep tight
That's just who I am
Credits
Writer(s): Chanho Yoo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.