Sadistik, Eyedea, Lotte Kestner - Chemical Burns lyrics

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 it's 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