Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Misanthropic, artist - The Gloom In The Corner. Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Misanthropic |
| Las plagas de la mente |
| Yo soy a quien temes, ha ha ha |
| They call me Sherlock Bones |
| Hellhound for the devil’s throne, uh |
| I’ll kill every last one of you |
| If it means I feel something |
| Hail to the king |
| Hell walks this earth |
| And it dwells beneath my skin |
| Born of a dying mother and violent father |
| I’ll do my best to snuff out your existence |
| I was there when the rain fell |
| When the reaper screamed fear me |
| And helped him out as well |
| That boy did well, but I coulda done better |
| So if you hear me coming |
| Don’t run, you won’t get far |
| Tell me what it’s like, tell me what it’s like |
| Tell me what it’s like being me, motherfucker |
| It’s like kicking rocks in the yard with intentions to harm |
| If death’s on your heels, you won’t get far |
| The devil’s on my back |
| The target’s on my head |
| Humanity’s on my chest constricting my breath |
| Disdain, with a foul taste |
| Noose as a necklace |
| I can’t praise God while keeping a straight face |
| Laughing away at his fucking mistakes |
| I’m not psychopathic |
| Just a little misanthropic |
| Narcissistic to the bone |
| So crawl, crawl on your knees |
| Beg for forgiveness |
| For all your dirty deeds |
| And your dirty needs |
| On your dirty knees |
| In this house of wolves, no one hears your pleas |
| No one talks, not even Jay says hi |
| Just because he never got to kiss his lover goodbye, huh |
| Just 'cause I was the one that kicked out her chair |
| It was funny watching her dangle though, gasping for air |
| Well, this whole shit show is ruled by an iron fist |
| I’m not surprised that dick made a hit list |
| He kicks rocks in the yard with the intentions to harm |
| If I’m on your heels, you won’t get too far |
| The devil’s on my back |
| The target’s on my head |
| Humanity’s on my chest constricting my breath |
| Disdain, with a foul taste |
| Noose as a necklace |
| I can’t praise what’s not really there with a straight face |
| Doctor please, don’t mishear me |
| I’m not misogynistic |
| Just a little misanthropic |
| Ha ha ha |
| I was left outside the devil’s gates |
| So I overthrew him, and now the demons bow to me |
| Not even God will save me now |
| Don’t you know |
| God abandoned me |
| Each case comes another kill |
| 47 down, 47 to go |
| Bow, bow, bow down |
| I’m a bag of bones |
| For the bad Luck hellhounds |
| Iron cuffs, slapped on your wrist tight |
| Spit blood, standing on your windpipe |
| I’m that guy that brings a knife to a gunfight and wins |
| (Only evil within, like a knife blade under the skin) |
| A kill a day keeps the demons at bay |
| But what happens when the only demon left is me? |
| Choir, tell me, tell me, tell me |
| Fucking tell me |
| Burning down your yard with intentions to harm |
| If he’s on your heels, you won’t get too far |
| The devil’s on your back |
| The target’s on your head |
| Humanity’s on your chest constricting your breath |
| Disdain, with a foul taste |
| Noose as a necklace |
| You can’t praise God with the devil in front of your face |
| Laughing away at all your mistakes |
| I’m not psychopathic |
| I just don’t give a fuck what you think |
| Fuck you |
| They call him Sherlock Bones, uh |
| I’m not psychopathic |
| Okay, maybe just a little bit |
| I’m not psychopathic |
| Just a little misanthropic |