Tallah - The Impressionist lyrics

O' I wish I knew you you were already dead!
And if I could've, know I surely would've
-Already dead
Disasters will blow through a second time
Just to make it certain no
One somehow dropped behind
And you will form yourself around me
Life falls right into groove
Paint it red
-A child's tracing of the shape
That was once you

I left my honor at the desk
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward I've lost
Interest in that crowd
It's so much easier to function
With no guise of safety
If I'm so cruel
Invite your god to strike me down

Retract, withdraw, collect, push out, reform
The process of creation from
My own perspective
And it's hard to make connections
When the flesh gets so decrepit
Still, regret is for the lonely man
I pride myself in all I have done
Look how they formed themselves around me!
Life falls right into groove
Paint it red
-A child's tracing of the shape
That was once you
I cut the whole and sculpt
It into something new
And pure relaxed your worthless
Blood made true
That demands attention!

I'll make it happen 'cause
I'm better than you
You're disappointed
But it's only 'cause I'm better than you
I suffered
And it made me so much better than you
Now, it's your turn to weep
And it's my turn to rule
Rip you in half because I'm better than you
I can build you into greatness
Or be better than you
I'll eat your dreams just to see
What makes me better than you
Now, it's your turn to weep
And it's my turn to rule
I'm freaking out because I'm
Better than you!
You're disappointed that I'm
Better than you!
I'm only someone 'cause I'm
Better than you!
I'll make it happen 'cause I'm better

I left my honor at the desk
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward I've lost
Interest in that crowd
It's so much easier to function
With no guise of safety
If I'm so cruel
Invite your god to strike me down

I'll make it happen
No in betweens
You're picture-perfect!

I left my honor at the desk
Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy
I want no reward I've lost
Interest in that crowd
It's so much easier to function
With no guise of safety
If I'm so cruel
Invite your god to strike me down

Retract, withdraw
Reform me into something new
And pure relaxed my worthless
Blood made true!
He'll make it happen if he's better than me
Now that would demand attention!