Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JOKER RETURNS, artist - DAX.
Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
JOKER RETURNS |
I’m sick but I already told you that once |
That blood you saw last time wasn’t fake it’s real I do my own stunts |
That gun had bullets I just got lucky I play Russian roulette for fun |
That knife was trash I got it replaced it didn’t cut deep it was too blunt |
That girls still here she’s sucking my dick I might of been wrong she may be |
the one |
We’re not in love but in 2021 I’m going to let her have my son |
So we can post and fake happy while our real lives come undone |
And stay home and watch re-runs |
But I don’t want your sympathy |
Fuck your help! |
Everyone’s and expert on everyone else except their fucking selves |
Last time that I made a song I left a lot of shit on that shelf |
Cuz I know you’re too weak to hear the truth or care about how I felt |
And oh hi comment section |
Did you know your words describe you and not me and bounce back |
Cuz in life we project our insecurities on people we wish we could be |
While blinded by the fact that we’re our own biggest and worst enemies |
Yeah you don’t know me, you knew me |
You thought Joker was a joke that shits my life this ain’t no movie |
You torment me and abuse me |
Haunt me, chase me and amuse me |
I’m at war inside my mind |
My Ops are black they hide at night |
Like I’m playing Call Of Duty |
I’m depressed but cancel culture causes me to say that loosely |
Why do you judge if you’re not Judy |
You ain’t my friend you’re dead to me after what you’ve done I feel like uzi |
I’m done dealing with these groupies |
When they see me they sea food I feel like sushi |
Oh it’s funny right cuz it’s not happening to you |
I wear a size 13 men’s there’s no damn way you could walk in my shoes |
Take this pain and do what I do |
While making songs that people use |
To get through shit I can’t get through |
While they laugh, hate, destroy, and constantly ridicule |
You guys are pitiful |
You take my words and you twist them that’s why I don’t want to do interviews |
I told my mom I was suicidal and she cried and then screamed what the hell has |
got into you |
I don’t know mom |
Maybe those people who laugh, hate, spin the truth and pray you fail and once |
you do |
HA HA HA HA HA |
They start kicking you |
FUCK |
They tried to put try me in a hospital bed |
Diagnose me and stuff me with meds |
All it ever did was fuck up my head |
They anti-depress you until you’re depressed again |
And then you depend on the pills that made you independent |
What a shame |
I’m stuck in a cycle |
I’m the hero, villain, traitor and somebody else’s idol |
I make songs about my broken heart and about The Bible |
If you feel depressed or wanna kill yourself I’m not liable |
Let me clarify and get this straight |
I make songs that no one else can make |
That millions love cuz they relate |
Then get half the recognition but twice the hate |
Then reinvest and do it all again |
At a quicker speed than anyone driving in my lane |
Then I smile and wave |
Work and slave |
Talk to my fans everyday |
While you troll and only take breaks to take a shit or masturbate |
Then claim my life’s a piece of cake |
Like you could somehow do it even though we know you wouldn’t |
Cause you’re to God damn afraid |
Don’t even join my circus this time I’m not in the mood |
Go listen to that mainstream music or whatever you friends think is cool |
I’ll sit here and play the fool, while you drool |
And drown inside my tears that fill Olympic pools |
Even Michael Phelps couldn’t endure |
Furthermore |
I’m tired of drinking and waking up on the floor |
Tired of living a life I cannot afford |
Tired of living my life for people who never saw me as equal who hate me and |
just try to ignore |
No more |
It’s war |
I’m evening this score |
Killing everyone that walks through that doors |
And tells me I need wings to soar |
So let me take the knife and gun and stop pointing them at myself |
I’ve hurt enough it’s time for you to feel it along everyone else |
Society needs sobriety |
We put people down for notoriety |
Love in public but destroy them privately |
Adding creating anxiety |
Then we want love and don’t get it oh the irony |
This was a poem I wrote in my diary |
Fighting demons deep inside of me |
I feel alone yet I’m constantly fighting for privacy |
Seeking truth while everyone I know lies to me |
It’s ironic cuz people who knew me the best didn’t support me until I finally |
made it |
Now they wanna fake it and act like they love me when I know they don’t even |
like me |
You aint slick |
I remember the day dude fucked my bitch |
I remember rejection after rejection and going home wanting to slit my wrist |
I remember that coach who said I wasn’t shit then took my fucking scholarship |
And all those kids who used to bully me just cuz I didn’t fit in |
How does it feel |
When you see me now |
They say if you’re alone and fall it doesn’t make a sound |
What goes up must come down |
Unless… |
You get a knife and cut a smile so you never frown |