Disdain
Blood cognate
Indoctrinate from a young age
Watch the vile men cultivate
Dysfunction's cloaked with a Live Laugh Love sign
He may be an abuser but he's family so it's all fine
Who you love's dictated by your arteries?
Why am I here?
Confined in stasis
And a spectator to my own deterioration
Why am I here?
Embellished infanticide
My mind is the canvas of my dreams
To stimulate my stagnant reality
Why am I here?
Harvesting monotony
Rotting
Blight to my roots
That shit will lead me right into the fucking tomb
That shit sticks with me like it's my fucking heirloom
A walking larva, I was never born was just exhumed
Your footsteps sunder mine, ergo you're insufficient
Despondency gives me a sense of reminiscence
I sometimes see my reflection in the sea of nihilism
Saturated with apathy when I see you on the other end of the schism
I've cried for petrichor
I dream evermore
I've spent so much time trying to read your mind
Trying to fit my photograph in your frame
I've spent so much time sitting in the bower
Now I flaunt through a field of hibiscus flowers
Circuitous
Gratuitous
Your presence is just ruinous
I cut the circuit there's nothing else to it
Frozen in time
I slumber unperturbed
When you've been in it as long as I have, shit's just blurred
I tilled the soil for a magic seed, plucked the weeds
The farmers never did they thought it was fantasy
Everyday I watch the seed
In a moonlit night I had a dream
Grew a colossal tree
Home to a bluebird nest with a young hatchling
The bluebird flew, impenitent
I started to sob as she fled so elegant
I just need... I need to see the imminent
I feel so desolate
Nothing
You mean nothing to me
Nothing
You mean nothing to me
In the eyes of disdain
Used to be so apprehensive living in malaise
In the depths of the swamp, laying, crying to be saved
I now see that you're the swamp tryna make me stay
Tryna have me slain
In the eyes of disdain
Watch them gaze down at you with apathy and hate
Get a good look at 'em, cuz soon you'll fade away
Why the long face?
You're the one that had 'em depraved
You're the one that had 'em depraved
One that had 'em depraved
You tried to put me together like a figurine of clay
Just incase I feel remorse, I'll set the bridge aflame
Set the bridge aflame
Set the bridge aflame
Leave that to my archives
Mollified
Time to fly to the nearby butterflies
Search party suspect identified
Hair dyed, dark circles around eyes
Call me seditious, call me insurgent
Call me a sacrilegious merchant
Truth is I am just divergent
Obstinacy rots the brain
Just sit and watch a leech drain the blood as you wither away
One, two, skip a few, disengage
No longer need to be afraid
In the eyes of disdain
I could see your open casket, and not really give a fuck
I'm counting down the days, I don't give a fuck
I'll be smiling at your grave, I don't give a fuck
Indoctrinate from a young age
Watch the vile men cultivate
Dysfunction's cloaked with a Live Laugh Love sign
He may be an abuser but he's family so it's all fine
Who you love's dictated by your arteries?
Why am I here?
Confined in stasis
And a spectator to my own deterioration
Why am I here?
Embellished infanticide
My mind is the canvas of my dreams
To stimulate my stagnant reality
Why am I here?
Harvesting monotony
Rotting
Blight to my roots
That shit will lead me right into the fucking tomb
That shit sticks with me like it's my fucking heirloom
A walking larva, I was never born was just exhumed
Your footsteps sunder mine, ergo you're insufficient
Despondency gives me a sense of reminiscence
I sometimes see my reflection in the sea of nihilism
Saturated with apathy when I see you on the other end of the schism
I've cried for petrichor
I dream evermore
I've spent so much time trying to read your mind
Trying to fit my photograph in your frame
I've spent so much time sitting in the bower
Now I flaunt through a field of hibiscus flowers
Circuitous
Gratuitous
Your presence is just ruinous
I cut the circuit there's nothing else to it
Frozen in time
I slumber unperturbed
When you've been in it as long as I have, shit's just blurred
I tilled the soil for a magic seed, plucked the weeds
The farmers never did they thought it was fantasy
Everyday I watch the seed
In a moonlit night I had a dream
Grew a colossal tree
Home to a bluebird nest with a young hatchling
The bluebird flew, impenitent
I started to sob as she fled so elegant
I just need... I need to see the imminent
I feel so desolate
Nothing
You mean nothing to me
Nothing
You mean nothing to me
In the eyes of disdain
Used to be so apprehensive living in malaise
In the depths of the swamp, laying, crying to be saved
I now see that you're the swamp tryna make me stay
Tryna have me slain
In the eyes of disdain
Watch them gaze down at you with apathy and hate
Get a good look at 'em, cuz soon you'll fade away
Why the long face?
You're the one that had 'em depraved
You're the one that had 'em depraved
One that had 'em depraved
You tried to put me together like a figurine of clay
Just incase I feel remorse, I'll set the bridge aflame
Set the bridge aflame
Set the bridge aflame
Leave that to my archives
Mollified
Time to fly to the nearby butterflies
Search party suspect identified
Hair dyed, dark circles around eyes
Call me seditious, call me insurgent
Call me a sacrilegious merchant
Truth is I am just divergent
Obstinacy rots the brain
Just sit and watch a leech drain the blood as you wither away
One, two, skip a few, disengage
No longer need to be afraid
In the eyes of disdain
I could see your open casket, and not really give a fuck
I'm counting down the days, I don't give a fuck
I'll be smiling at your grave, I don't give a fuck
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Writer(s): Zayden Bourassa
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