Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chemical Burns, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Chemical Burns |
| Veins like a roadmap, black cold grasp on a throat that |
| Won’t hold back old habit, Kodak moments go past |
| I wrote stains on a toe-tag, old man made me so sad |
| That no taste of the Cognac or Prozac antidote, twist my skull |
| Off with his head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone |
| Exit alone, try and fail, life inhaled dead to the world |
| Ethanol on your pedestal, churn chemical burns |
| Hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect |
| Cursive in Hell, sweet silver bells all seem to say «Please go away» |
| Demons will play, eating away, new young and old, food for the soul- |
| Less that you know, the less that you feel |
| I’m cursed with intelligence I can’t heal |
| Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song |
| Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate and a bruised jaw |
| Allah’s not, nobody owns me, no job, robot, no cold feet |
| No God, only strong no home, no soul sold so-so so long |
| Watch the paint peel |
| Slow as the burn you feel |
| Break the heart you never should’ve |
| You can bury anything |
| In the woods |
| I’m a live wire in a dead world, I’m a good boy, but I’m a better girl |
| Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, one inch different I’m free |
| You’re a widow, liquor liver, Suboxone under my tongue |
| Private numb, one more time for dying young |
| I had fun, watching father try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son |
| If we’re being Frank, I’m an average Joe, cop shop |
| Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coke, your tsunami of only |
| Honestly couldn’t even reach the back row |
| So how do you expect to drown me, dumbfound me or harm me |
| You and what army, are we clear, I’m here |
| In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you |
| To steer you away from your fears, stage bound |
| Usually it’s break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart |
| I didn’t know what to say exactly so I walked away |
| And later thought I should’ve at least told her thanks |
| But that’s how that goes, where the grass grows |
| There’s a past in the time capsule, I’m attracted to its shadow |
| Every last drip 'til I’m flat broke |
| Let’s make this storm feel clean, coward man war machine |
| Sour plans, plots and schemes, ripened fruit, rotten dreams |
| Thoughtlessly, I told a lie, nothing I won’t do to save my own behind |
| I’m a live wire burning dead inside |
| But I’m not dead, I’m not dead, I’m not dead until I’ve died |
| Yeah, cut your wrists on a blade of glass |
| I can’t change my past but I can kiss the now and make it last |
| Take out the trash, crash, burn, another relapse |
| Turn, rehash me perhaps |
| There’s an in-between smile and frown behind your mask |