Bangkok

Bottom feeding

The bottom rung in record time
Grand prize
Given in nine-thirty-nine
Come wish me luck
On swallowing my pride

As for the rest of them plant seeds
Flourishing green
As they please
I hear them whispering in the leaves
Calling me unworthy

I know my way
Diluting pain under lock
The prostitute in Bangkok of the flock
Born to live in pain
Polluting family talk
I tell myself I'm not what they say
But blood runs thicker than water
And God ain't giving any rain today

All I am is flesh
Grieving the wrong way
The selfish pest
Driving into the oncoming lane
I pray
As I push the pedal down
No one is swerving
You're joking
I die screaming loud

What do you mean I make it all up?
I'm drowning underneath
While you draw water in the tub
I could either plead
Or tell you the truth
What sits in me
Is a plight away from waking up in you

We share the same blood
Bear witness to the same faint hum
Trumpets reverberate loud
The drums come in
Turns out you're stuck down here
Familial friend
Familial friend
Familiar friend

They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is



Credits
Writer(s): Samual Glass
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