Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Border/Line, artist - BRUXISM. Date of issue: 21.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Border/Line |
| Crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled |
| Dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal |
| Somebody’s gotta win at the end of the deal |
| Turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel |
| There’s ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal |
| We’re ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails |
| Can’t wash away the shame like blood on the staircase |
| Finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race… |
| Wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare |
| Got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it’s right there |
| Leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals |
| Lil Stevie can’t seem to get a grip on the meaning of control |
| Sorry bout the sheets, didn't mean to get the blood soaked |
| Liquor won’t wash away the sin but the floods will |
| I don’t got no problem finding out the vibes |
| Inside the room I’m leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues… |
| Take Ls and tell tales, (tails) |
| I’ll take heads |
| Two face (d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips |
| Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it’s toxic |
| Don’t you look back, right on sight you’ll turn to salt bitch |
| Uh oh! |
| Uh oh! |
| Who’s that? |
| Who’s said what I say ain’t sell? |
| Blowing up my phone like Ted Kaczynski sending mail |
| Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter |
| You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire |
| Scratching the itch, antihistamine |
| Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine |
| All you need know is not knowing’s enough for me |
| Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement, sympathy |
| I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit |
| I am Bruxism’s complete lack of humbleness |
| When the hunted turns hunter you’ll learn the word plunder |
| It burns, the church crumbles |
| The hunchback of nothing |
| So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes |
| Pollution is online and Digital our time… |