Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8 1/2, artist - Sadistik. Album song Haunted Gardens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2019
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
8 1/2 |
| Thought I had it all |
| Thought I’d live forever |
| Thought the world was small |
| Thought my words could turn to gold |
| I knew what I was searching for |
| I thought that I was thoughtless |
| Thoughts of mine were arsenic |
| Our hollow parts are toxic |
| How’d our heart to hearts get arctic? |
| Thought I told you I’m a beast |
| AlI I do is die repeat |
| I piece together puzzle pieces |
| Of my youth to find release |
| You see these single-celled amoebas |
| Sing to self defeatists |
| Speak and sell their secrets |
| Sink in seas of hell |
| I think I see how Caesar felt |
| These seasons seldom change |
| I’m rearranging with the furniture |
| She always sees the best in me |
| I focus on the worst in her |
| Trapped inside a labyrinth |
| These hallways seem so circular |
| One day I told my gods |
| I dug a grave that they’d be perfect for |
| The more I see the morbid scenes |
| The more I seem like Morrissey |
| I’m moored at sea & mortified |
| With these boulders tied to dormant feet |
| We’re born inside a storm that breathes |
| A swarm of bees protects me |
| I feel empty yet I force my teeth |
| And now all I taste is chlorine |
| Everything is boring |
| Insects singing for me |
| Morphing from the morphine |
| All their words are foreign |
| More free than I’ve ever been |
| My portrait keeps on warping |
| Until the earth is swallowed hollering |
| How low can I get today? |
| Dark so it’s like Halloween |
| Dark Souls with the hollowing |
| So hallowed be thy name |
| Halos are just hollow rings |
| Salo-ing, soaring up above LA on borrowed wings |
| Exhausted blue skies tasting like exhaust again |
| She always sees the best in me |
| I told her that I’m not a friend |
| All my poems posthumous |
| These people’s quotes are plagiarized |
| Monochromic side effects, a state of mine |
| Maybe I’m just starting to fishtail |
| Heart is two fish hooks |
| That mirror each other |
| I’m uttering, all of my entrails |
| Are chumming the water |
| I’m under the weather |
| Been running forever |
| Becoming a martyr |
| For nothing my garden’s still covered in mud |
| From the dahlias plucked in abundance |
| Apartment’s a bucket of blood |
| I’m partly to blame when I’m placing the blame |
| On the ones that I love |
| Look at em go |
| Hook in my throat |
| Rigor mortis chiseled in stone |
| To keep you alive I would give up my own |
| Every living thing I’ll ever know is temporary |
| I can never give up being left alone until I’m buried |