Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanilla Paste, artist - Chelsea Grin. Date of issue: 17.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vanilla Paste |
| I said I’m never living like this |
| Here we go, heat the knife |
| — Maybe end up dead |
| Notice, everyone’s a little red |
| Could it be? |
| Could it be? |
| Could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative? |
| Hide your kids, hide your wife |
| I’m about to play God |
| I’ve made a lot of enemies |
| And I want their heads |
| Eat up! |
| O' here comes another full-course meal! |
| You’ll be fine |
| (Eat it up) |
| Playin' God, Imma' act a heathen |
| The bastard child and the non-believer |
| I ain’t gonna' lie; |
| I get mad, but then I get even |
| But I keep it’a movin' |
| Bobbin' and weavin' |
| You can’t touch me |
| I’m a slugger swingin' - I stay on my king shit |
| Louisville City made like an Ali hit |
| I see you through the screen, seethin' |
| I can’t stand how you' still on that poor, pitiful me bit |
| They say success is the best revenge |
| But honestly, I still wish that you’d stop fuckin' breathin' |
| Your bitter bitchin' but I’m back and better |
| Yeah — Some shoot to kill, now I’m aimin' to maim 'em to death |
| Done shovelin' shit; |
| you can go shove this here—bitch |
| I’ve gotten used to shoveling crap |
| Hide your kids, hide your wife |
| I’m about to play God |
| If I gave you wiggle-room |
| Would you make amends? |
| Eat up! |
| O' here comes another full-course meal! |
| You’ll be fine |
| 'Cause dead men don’t vomit |
| And you’ve all come so damn far! |
| There’s no need to call a cab back home |
| You’ll be fine |
| Tell them again |
| They think I’m breaking in silence |
| I’m just contemplating violence |
| So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all of this hatred |
| Can’t take all the noise |
| I make the choice |
| When all I have is my fucking voice |
| By now, you should know |
| That I’ve had enough of your boot on my neck |
| I’ve had enough |
| Well, I find myself sitting in the corner |
| Contemplating what Hell looks like through these eyes |
| Well, I can’t imagine Heaven looks any different |
| From the Hell that’s our life |
| Our life |
| So sick of pain |
| So sick of the paranoia |
| Sick of the rage |
| Sick of looking in the mirror |
| Seeing myself—a manmade horror—horror |
| Like a fly, you’re so full of shit |
| Everyone’s a little red |
| Everyone’s a little red |
| Everyone’s a little red and so full of shit |
| Crippled—corrupt |
| — That's all they are |
| But wait! |
| You’ll get what your heart cried for |
| Eat up! |
| O' here comes another full-course meal! |
| You’ll be fine |
| 'Cause dead men don’t vomit |
| And you’ve all come so damn far! |
| There’s no need to call a cab back home |
| You’ll be fine |
| Everyone’s a little red |
| Everyone’s a little red |
| Everyone’s a little red |
| Until they show how they feel |
| Feel |
| Spew, I spew forth blades |
| Just to get 'em out |
| Just to get 'em out |
| Just to get 'em out |
| I know it’s for the better if you just step aside |
| Retching, pleading |
| Trying to spit up what I’m holding deep inside |
| Are you famished? |
| Are you famished? |
| Are you famished? |