Dusk
Album: The Graveyard
By: CarelessHades
By: CarelessHades
Duration
4:20
Genres
Description
A song about being fed up with society and governmental aspects of life. Speaking of life experiences and thoughts and being impervious to people's thoughts and beliefs. Also including thoughts about religion and it's current status in society. Enjoy.
Lyrics
Verse 1: I'm stuck in a mold I'm stuck in the cold I don't know what was told I don't know how to hold I don't know where to go anymore Maybe I should just hit the floor Succum to the blood and gore retire my days as a man-whore take the gun out my bedside drawer end it all just be done cuz when i got past ten i wasn't having fun if i was a samuri i would get the shun when the moon is full ya'll better run i spread my wings fly to the sky hunt my pray till they die kill 'em all till there's no one left to cry silence 'em all so there's no one to lie I can't take anymore loss my heart is full of frost all my songs came at a heavy cost i went through homies, collabs, and girls CHORUS: In the end will you know why I always cry and cry In the end will you realize these are our own messed up fragile lives VERSE 2: i came out with nothin but words i slaughter with my evil verbs my monitor just flatlined my mind just wastes time if you give me lemons i give you limes if you feel wind you hear my chimes if you making nickels i'm makin dimes i could live in this grave forever no one to judge no bitches named heather nothin here to cause any pressure no stereotypes to meet or measure i'm fine with my look i consider myself a war-torn book turn my pages the horror goes on for ages ugly animals in their cages crazy people dyin in mazes a teen goin though phazes an underpaid worke not gettin his raises a betting man making higher wages little gamer playing more stages CHORUS REPEAT VERSE 3: i stand here shovel in hand i look across this barren land i hear of soldiers on the sand i have song ideas getting canned have yet to get a record deal still scrapping money together for my next meal but i will never let myself steal i don't roll with gangs i wear my own colors on my back i have my own mind on track when i see something i don't ever jack that's what i was taught if they started it i always fought if i smell something it's usually rot when my barrel's up its always hot i will leave you to the maggots you were always gucci loving faggots i was my hands clean of you my graves are left with space for just a select few. CHORUS REPEAT
