Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Handbook for the Recently Deceased, artist - Coletta. Date of issue: 19.07.2018
Song language: English
Handbook for the Recently Deceased |
| Out! |
| Shut the door, take your papers and knapsack |
| Justify the act of pushing back the one you said lost track |
| Of mind and time, my own sublime |
| How could I even lack? |
| The tick tock clock clucks twelve |
| I think it’s time you’d pack |
| So love really goes where money grows? |
| Just one more toll through the rabbit hole |
| What’s next? |
| The exes always cheat me |
| Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me |
| I know it’s hard for you to feel pain |
| So long as some chum can seep a silk stain |
| All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch |
| Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch |
| Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls |
| Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal |
| Well my heart’s bent on holding on but |
| Time’s cut! |
| Drink up! |
| Tell me there’s no one else |
| Melting down our bookshelves |
| Go look for your next host body baby |
| Forcing sketches in my roaring |
| Mind my mind’s eye |
| I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady |
| Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu |
| No, the edges stay forever etched wrong |
| These blotched cold colors could never belong |
| Stained brain, so plain. |
| What feels unreal? |
| The entertained |
| Can’t handle when I feel disdain |
| Pity plaint, pelt the paints. |
| There goes my future down the drain |
| I only feel high and aspired with my little married Jane |
| So tell me while I waste away in front of my computer |
| That what I’m doing now can fix or flop my future |
| Cherchez la femme who owns the love that I’ve locked in |
| Sometimes it’s so hard to get so far, scratching scars |
| 'Cause I’m always left in space to suspend |
| Spend most my time worried I’m not a mastermind |
| Dreaming is all that I have left, but I guess I won’t find out till I push to |
| transcend |
| Call and crawl again, maybe we’re not eternal |
| Well my heart’s bent on holding on but |
| Time’s cut! |
| Drink up! |
| Tell me there’s no one else |
| Melting down our bookshelves |
| Go look for your next host body baby |
| Forcing sketches in my roaring |
| Mind my mind’s eye |
| I’ll make you wish you’d never done me shady |
| Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu |
| What’s next? |
| The exes always cheat me |
| Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me |
| I know it’s hard for you to feel pain |
| So long as some chum can seep a silk stain |
| All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch |
| Detach, dispatch, we’re just a mismatch |
| Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls |
| Quick, sip the tea, take a seat and we’ll show you; |
| Life and death, your prophecy, and hullabaloo up some voodoo |
| As the television slips, slimes, and sets underneath me; |
| I check my pulse while my brain convulses just to see if I’m breathing |