Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Day Trip to the Nightosphere, artist - Milo.
Date of issue: 22.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Day Trip to the Nightosphere |
I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
There must be some way out of here |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
I live wrong, you dead right |
I’ve never been on that website with the Pitchfork, I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |
In California on tour I happened to lose my soul patch |
Among those with ornate bobbles on their snapbacks |
Passwords were spoken, talismans and tokens |
Grip handsigns in motion, battlements were broken |
I scream Hellfyre until my lungs collapse in their own poison |
It’s risky business, you’re picking a fight with Ricky Fitness |
Now I’ve found my courage to walk up in those dark places |
Now I’ve found my courage to talk to those with shark faces |
I’ve known the buzz of anxieties |
Bury me in rap money only to watch me practice piety |
I don’t worship crystals and I don’t dabble in secret societies |
With hidden lords and Ouija boards |
I used to get paid to squeegee floors |
How dare you ask for more |
At the intersection of task and bore |
Where better is the enemy of |
And I swear to God I’m good enough |
I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
There must be some way out of here |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
I live wrong, you dead right |
I’ve never been on that website with the Pitchfork, I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
You don’t need to run away |
I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
There must be some way out of here |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
I live wrong, you dead right |
I’ve never been on that website with the Pitchfork, I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |
I’m dead right? |