Levigne - 2x lyrics
[Levigne - 2x lyrics]
Profligate debacle
Reckless thoughts to bend
Apostle of obnoxious
Burdened with a noxious blender bottle
Not a mix of love and hatred
But a loss of engine throttle
Crash and burn upon the sidewalk
Watch them gawk within their model X
Rotten mechs, topics wash up in a bottle
Open, read, close
Not effective - all unoptimal
Shock, electric shop of know, stop and roll
So impossible
Watch me as I skim through Ronald's parking
Lot to stop a bull from trampling
With clenched mandibles that ground
Calcium to fossils
Sacrificial creed, bleed, half habitual heed
Other half, a pictured plead sent to
Foundries of monsters
Awful, exposed Tennants to
A thousand brothels
Ancestors glance with disdain over
Nachos and tacos
Full torque, quarter strength hostile and a
Negatively charged burner jostle, pop, blow
The stars created to align my path
Have blinked out more than twice
The twinkled sight devoid of life with
No ambition but loads of strife
So interjections burned inside
With isolation turned-to-ice
That melts and drips into
An pit of insolence, avoiding light
Without a diagnosed condition
Missions coil like volted knives
Determined ruthlessly to plunge themself
Inside of folded blinds
But can't admit that what remains within
The big and bolded "Fight"
Was null but disappearing wisdom merged
With some sub-molted vice i hold it tight
Can't maintain a grasp on golden rice
Which inadvertently determines whether I
Could hold a site
Or watch it slip between my fingers
Like I had some stolen right
And only purposely confused myself
With wanting older blights
In molded pipes that leak endlessly
The echo'd drops belight
Abandoned caverns of remembrance they used
To warm the night
The coldest souls, abused and tempered
With, return from hopeless, rife
And saddening murder at the sermon
Throwing fit's like poltergeists
Reckless thoughts to bend
Apostle of obnoxious
Burdened with a noxious blender bottle
Not a mix of love and hatred
But a loss of engine throttle
Crash and burn upon the sidewalk
Watch them gawk within their model X
Rotten mechs, topics wash up in a bottle
Open, read, close
Not effective - all unoptimal
Shock, electric shop of know, stop and roll
So impossible
Watch me as I skim through Ronald's parking
Lot to stop a bull from trampling
With clenched mandibles that ground
Calcium to fossils
Sacrificial creed, bleed, half habitual heed
Other half, a pictured plead sent to
Foundries of monsters
Awful, exposed Tennants to
A thousand brothels
Ancestors glance with disdain over
Nachos and tacos
Full torque, quarter strength hostile and a
Negatively charged burner jostle, pop, blow
The stars created to align my path
Have blinked out more than twice
The twinkled sight devoid of life with
No ambition but loads of strife
So interjections burned inside
With isolation turned-to-ice
That melts and drips into
An pit of insolence, avoiding light
Without a diagnosed condition
Missions coil like volted knives
Determined ruthlessly to plunge themself
Inside of folded blinds
But can't admit that what remains within
The big and bolded "Fight"
Was null but disappearing wisdom merged
With some sub-molted vice i hold it tight
Can't maintain a grasp on golden rice
Which inadvertently determines whether I
Could hold a site
Or watch it slip between my fingers
Like I had some stolen right
And only purposely confused myself
With wanting older blights
In molded pipes that leak endlessly
The echo'd drops belight
Abandoned caverns of remembrance they used
To warm the night
The coldest souls, abused and tempered
With, return from hopeless, rife
And saddening murder at the sermon
Throwing fit's like poltergeists