Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Save Face As..., artist - Rav. Date of issue: 18.12.2015
Song language: English
Save Face As... |
| You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful |
| The essence of my sickness that I didn’t need a cure for |
| Pure lore at first, but you’ve blurred the lens |
| My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize |
| My heart and my mind can’t reconcile for my next move |
| Yet I feel like if I don’t make one, then I’ll just lose |
| You got so close to attempt to see through me |
| And if you think that you’ve succeeded, then, for sure, you never knew me |
| See I’ve still got great cards, my hand is impressive |
| You peeped at one heart, and you’re presumptuous, you’re guessing |
| See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand |
| And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand |
| Such a dirty lens, I’ll get a new prescription |
| Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction |
| The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face |
| Bitch, best save face before you close your face |
| Pick a card, any card |
| And take a heart, any heart |
| But not mine, not today |
| Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face |
| Going |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Going |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Farewell, farewell |
| Bitch |
| Farewell |
| I’m still singing farewell |
| Making endless loops on the stairwell |
| These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard’s tones |
| False hope — eat it up |
| We can all choke |
| I don’t like to point fingers but the hand looks loaded |
| Try’na play a straight with a damn crook’s motives |
| Burn what you like |
| What I can’t cook sober |
| Sir I’m not an architect but these plans look bogus |
| Marching in place |
| Trail blaze the room in an arsonist’s pace |
| Try’na scale through these plumes |
| I am carbon and waste |
| Not an artist I trace |
| I need your opinion like barf in my face |
| And while we’re all stuck on this partisan race |
| I’m just trying to block it out |
| Please pardon my space |
| Art is my faith |
| I want to see the moon dump my carcass in space |
| Yo what was I saying again |
| Pick a card, any card |
| And take a heart, any heart |
| But not mine, not today |
| Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face |
| Going |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Going |
| Farewell, farewell, farewell |
| Farewell, farewell |
| Bitch |