CLIFF-EDGE
What do they want from me
Rest my eyes we pray for sleep
Midnight hour glass
Tear my sand and scatter me
Cliff edge awaits
Cliff edge awaits
Cliff edge awaits us for death
My demise he's hoping I do die
He knows my worth I'm hurting no one but myself
TV flicker the way we live our lives
The only reason I'm breathing so it can be televised
Hide behind my broken eyes and lie
The light it burns I'm hurting all the ones who tried
Life is cold, he left my soul inside this vessel decomposed
So now I go from project to project like I be living In the projects
I frolic through the fields of the toxic searching for a sonic
A sound to my ears that hypnotize my actions which are shouting
I'm wiser than my fears of the words
(He's speaking in a riddle)
I know how I got to this place but don't remember the reason why
Was it the need to be great or the tears that fell from my eyes
I rightfully write like a bully, hand me a mic and foolishly
Switch a gear that might turn aggressive, Mr pessimistic
Makes accusations like this ain't your session this is YDouble fucking R
And sensations are racing ground in my head
Like the line between voices and decisions are getting blurred
Shit am I writing this right now or has he taken over
It may sound like I ain't making cents but I'm bearly earning coins
It's one shell at a time to project the noise I load up from the clip
The only thing I leave is a shadow but there was an eclipse
So now I'm just a stain in your brain and also on the carpet
Man I just made it to heaven I don't see nobody here
The gate was already open the key mealy my mind my dear
I just made it to heaven I don't see nobody here
The gate was already open the key mealy my mind my dear
Wait, wait, wait
Wait this is hell, look I'm the mirror and see the devil
Weightless as hell, underground stop to shiver and smash the mirror
I sever my lib continue to light a cigarette with my finger
Bloody bruises from nooses a nuisance cause at seven turn dim
I turned him into a fragment of reality
All these stories I burn in my mind I've lost all sanity
Believe I'm going crazy have a bipolar disorder
But that's just my paranoid side of me needing some water, I think
Wait am I having an episode?
I don't know, who am I?
Is this Reece, who are you? (who are you?)
What the fuck
Just write the rhyme and body all the verses on beats
To distract your mind from the fucking hospital you've never seen
You can't hurt me (lie), you can't hurt me (lie)
You can't hurt me (lie), you can't hurt me
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie
The devil was a fallen angel, they cut off my wings
The chiseled marks or horns they haunt, me tell me evil things
You could say I finally singed with Satan I'd be singing with myself
I think he has a new plan, the cliff edge is where we stand
He sold his soul for immortality
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
Rest my eyes we pray for sleep
Midnight hour glass
Tear my sand and scatter me
Cliff edge awaits
Cliff edge awaits
Cliff edge awaits us for death
My demise he's hoping I do die
He knows my worth I'm hurting no one but myself
TV flicker the way we live our lives
The only reason I'm breathing so it can be televised
Hide behind my broken eyes and lie
The light it burns I'm hurting all the ones who tried
Life is cold, he left my soul inside this vessel decomposed
So now I go from project to project like I be living In the projects
I frolic through the fields of the toxic searching for a sonic
A sound to my ears that hypnotize my actions which are shouting
I'm wiser than my fears of the words
(He's speaking in a riddle)
I know how I got to this place but don't remember the reason why
Was it the need to be great or the tears that fell from my eyes
I rightfully write like a bully, hand me a mic and foolishly
Switch a gear that might turn aggressive, Mr pessimistic
Makes accusations like this ain't your session this is YDouble fucking R
And sensations are racing ground in my head
Like the line between voices and decisions are getting blurred
Shit am I writing this right now or has he taken over
It may sound like I ain't making cents but I'm bearly earning coins
It's one shell at a time to project the noise I load up from the clip
The only thing I leave is a shadow but there was an eclipse
So now I'm just a stain in your brain and also on the carpet
Man I just made it to heaven I don't see nobody here
The gate was already open the key mealy my mind my dear
I just made it to heaven I don't see nobody here
The gate was already open the key mealy my mind my dear
Wait, wait, wait
Wait this is hell, look I'm the mirror and see the devil
Weightless as hell, underground stop to shiver and smash the mirror
I sever my lib continue to light a cigarette with my finger
Bloody bruises from nooses a nuisance cause at seven turn dim
I turned him into a fragment of reality
All these stories I burn in my mind I've lost all sanity
Believe I'm going crazy have a bipolar disorder
But that's just my paranoid side of me needing some water, I think
Wait am I having an episode?
I don't know, who am I?
Is this Reece, who are you? (who are you?)
What the fuck
Just write the rhyme and body all the verses on beats
To distract your mind from the fucking hospital you've never seen
You can't hurt me (lie), you can't hurt me (lie)
You can't hurt me (lie), you can't hurt me
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie I see
My life is a lie, my fucking life is a lie
The devil was a fallen angel, they cut off my wings
The chiseled marks or horns they haunt, me tell me evil things
You could say I finally singed with Satan I'd be singing with myself
I think he has a new plan, the cliff edge is where we stand
He sold his soul for immortality
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
You won't hurt me
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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