| Common conundrum of man
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| Good people question if they is one
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| While bad assume good
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| And disregard the tallied victims
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| Think it’s pretty hard livin', knowing father was the ladder
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| Wonder if my blood go splatter
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| Would it pollock? |
| Or not matter at all?
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| If I fall, will you catch me?
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| Or will you let me go?
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| Well I guess I’ll never know
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| Lest I trust you with my soul
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| Well I guess I’ll never know
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| Lest I trust you with my soul
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| But see, I’m so good at hiding it
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| So good at hiding it
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| I don’t think we need to shine a light on it
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| Think my heart prolly better off in its itty bitty box
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| Where the sun don’t shine and you can’t see all its scars
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| It’s a dark dark world when your lights turned off
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| And a chance don’t feel worth taking anymor
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| See, I’m so walled off that my walls got walls
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| So if you jump one defnse you end up in a hall
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| But if I fall, will you catch me?
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| Or will you let me go?
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| Well I guess I’ll never know
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| Lest I trust you with my soul
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| Well I guess I’ll never know
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| Lest I trust you with my soul
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| All I got the pieces to give
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| All I got the pieces
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| All I know I’m evil as shit
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| I’m the bad people
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| My pops blood course through my veins
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| I hope it clots
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| My heart in a box nowadays
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| I hope it stops
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| It’s a dark dark world when all you got is all your thoughts and your inner
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| demons start to look alit more Like your gods
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| All I see is false deities who promise I land, inside the glory of god,
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| but the conundrum of man
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| Got me thinking different
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| I wonder if I is one
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| I’m so afraid that I isn’t
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| Like I’m missing tallied victims
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| 'Cause my mother once told me
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| Me and pops are quite similar
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| And that got me scared shit
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| So even if you wanna hold my souls tight
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| I can’t give it, 'cause like father like son right? |