Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Edicius, artist - King Iso.
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Edicius |
Sometimes you gotta talk for the ones who, who ain’t here |
So I’ma talk for 'em |
I never wanted to kill myself |
Just end a part of me |
And never got a chance to heal myself |
So it’s a part of me |
It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with |
Old version of me, sitting by dormant |
It bleeds, all over me |
There’s no tourniquet available |
A bandage that will make it go |
It’s seeping through my pores |
Until I drown, it’s unescapable |
It’s deep |
Getting hard to breathe |
Suffocated by anxiety |
Who I do not try to be |
Who the hell lied to me |
'Cause I don’t think that I can be free |
When the doctor said speak |
I said |
I never wanted to kill myself |
Just end a part of me |
And never got a chance to heal myself |
So it’s a part of me |
It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with |
Old version of me, sitting by dormant |
It bleeds, all over me |
The pressure builds, I can’t blame my peers |
I look in the mirror just to face my fears |
Most deaf needs support can they not hear |
When your criteria is you can’t cry tears |
That will I am that go shake my sphere |
Face to face with the king, gave my lear |
Bloodshed and Van Gogh I gave my ear |
Now I mutant shapeshift to change my gears |
It made me a monster that stays right here |
A prison inside me I gave my years |
The feeling is toxic how I waste my beer |
My demons are locked in the safe not near |
How can I drive straight and face thy rear |
If you ever odd been they say I feared |
Off in the dark where my day’s not clear |
To face the music and play by ear |
Listen every wish that they repeatedly feeding me |
Got me needing my greenery and I drank my beer |
These demons believing me and I think of deleting me |
But is something that people cling to and save like here |
Or for me to sin evil deed and I think that I need to be ridding me of an evil |
me, I’ll erase my smear |
All over the scene, I need my G.O.D. |
to speak to me |
And my years on with these homies 'cause I ain’t Nasir, yeah |
A song for the misfits |
Light a blunt, get a bong, take a quick hit |
If you got ya alcohol, take a quick sip |
We don’t wanna be gone from existence |
Just erasing a part that is within |
Kamikaze in part, maybe with it |
I don’t know, just a thought that I sit with |
Suicide? |
Nah, call it Edicius |
'Cause I never wanted to |
Kill myself |
Just end a part of me |
And never got a chance to heal myself |
So it’s a part of me |
It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with |
Old version of me, sitting by dormant |
It bleeds, all over me |
There’s no tourniquet available |
A bandage that will make it go |
It’s seeping through my pores |
Until I drown, it’s unescapable |
It’s deep |
Getting hard to breathe |
Suffocated by anxiety |
Who I do not try to be |
Who the hell lied to me |
'Cause I don’t think that I can be free |
When the doctor said speak |
I said, never wanted to |