Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - flesh lyrics
[Sewerperson, Eric Godlow - flesh lyrics]
Clock, I'ma just break the clock
Maybe it's worth a shot
Talk, all they do is talk
Maybe you gotta move
What you tryna do? Walk, baby you gotta move
I'on' catch feelings too, you
Baby that’s all on you
Woah, baby I gotta go, hmm
I cannot be here this long
Baby I gotta go, I cannot drive, I'm too gone
Cut up, smoke on my tongue, uh
Point blank, uh, right in my lungs, uh
I'm a heathen child, oh, I'm horrible
I'm a demon child, welcome to the funeral
Rakes at my neck
In my skin, I might burst through my chest
When I walk when the trees curl into death
(Hmm-mm) when I cry I can see my breath
Pines in my backbone, flesh on my windows
Yeah, ice on the rails, ice on the rails
Take back what? I don't know if I can
Every time I got you whеn you was in a jam
Stuck knee deep, while I dig through the sand
Take back, brеak back
Tell me I would make that
Look at me in my face
You could see I really mean that
Look at me on my hip
Got my blade if it's mishap
Take me as I am if I'm not gonna feed that
Break neck, break neck, break neck
Break neck i don't wanna talk now
I could make you stand down
Napalm nights on the east coast
Talk, I don't talk to people
Yeah, ice on the rails, ice on the rails
Take back what? I don't know if I can
Every time I got you when you was in a jam
Stuck knee deep, while I dig through the sand
Take on the riot, take on the riot
I'm gonna die on this hill
And I'm fine with it
I had my moment, let me have my moment
I am not playing, I am telling you it's up
Finally I'm free and I am telling you it's up
Finally I'm me and I picked myself up
Where is safety? I think I might throw up
Hold me close, I think I might fold up
Maybe it's worth a shot
Talk, all they do is talk
Maybe you gotta move
What you tryna do? Walk, baby you gotta move
I'on' catch feelings too, you
Baby that’s all on you
Woah, baby I gotta go, hmm
I cannot be here this long
Baby I gotta go, I cannot drive, I'm too gone
Cut up, smoke on my tongue, uh
Point blank, uh, right in my lungs, uh
I'm a heathen child, oh, I'm horrible
I'm a demon child, welcome to the funeral
Rakes at my neck
In my skin, I might burst through my chest
When I walk when the trees curl into death
(Hmm-mm) when I cry I can see my breath
Pines in my backbone, flesh on my windows
Yeah, ice on the rails, ice on the rails
Take back what? I don't know if I can
Every time I got you whеn you was in a jam
Stuck knee deep, while I dig through the sand
Take back, brеak back
Tell me I would make that
Look at me in my face
You could see I really mean that
Look at me on my hip
Got my blade if it's mishap
Take me as I am if I'm not gonna feed that
Break neck, break neck, break neck
Break neck i don't wanna talk now
I could make you stand down
Napalm nights on the east coast
Talk, I don't talk to people
Yeah, ice on the rails, ice on the rails
Take back what? I don't know if I can
Every time I got you when you was in a jam
Stuck knee deep, while I dig through the sand
Take on the riot, take on the riot
I'm gonna die on this hill
And I'm fine with it
I had my moment, let me have my moment
I am not playing, I am telling you it's up
Finally I'm free and I am telling you it's up
Finally I'm me and I picked myself up
Where is safety? I think I might throw up
Hold me close, I think I might fold up