Iykyk

Speak with a mouthful of razors
and it's your own throat that's gonna get cut
My silence is a rope
You can hang yourself with it
This door stays forever shut

You called yourself brother
Then came at my blood
Shame on your mother
Now you've been judged
Better tell Noah to go get that boat
Before I sink everything that you love

As the waters come and you try not to drown
It'll be my foot on your face holding you down

Spare me your pitchforks and torches
The witch-hunt you're on is circular
They won't hold back the horsemen
You released to gain all your worshipers
Oh, you're such a pity
Your thoughts are too busy
Contradictorily dizzy
I mean this in the meanest way possible
I liked you more as a hippie

As the waters come and you try not to drown
It'll be my foot on your face holding you down

You'll be drinking your words
Gasping for air
The bridges are burned
And nobody's there



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Bowe
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