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GREELEY - I'm Dead
« on: May 20, 2018, 03:15:24 PM »
*As you drive along listening to the radio, you'd hear the radio host talk a little as he'd then introduce Andrew's newest single*

I'm a mess, mess fucked in the head,
I am nothing but dead flesh stuffed in some threads,
I am death, death, I am something you sense,
I am blood when it gushes from the cuts on your head,
I'm a mess, mess fucked in the head,
I am nothing but dead flesh stuffed in some threads,
I am death, death, I am something you sense,
I am love when it buckles and fucks with your head,

Yo what am I but a frame full of hateful waste,
Spit razors, sink blades and stick stainless in my veins,
I, think change but I dig aimless every six days like I'm in Hades ribcage,
And barely this is "What",
Torture of the mind add some water let it soak up and warp every corner of your blind box,
I'm stock,
Bored up and replenished, now I'm wiped off,   
Just winning and giving life till my time stops,
Hi God,
If you hear me could you answer?
If we ever met would you tell me pull my pants up?
I wish I had the answers,
I wish I knew your plans but I guess I'll never know so I'll settle for some cancer,
Dancing with the Galaxy cant stand within realitys grip,
I slip from balance beams
I guess I couldn't handle this shit,
I guess I couldn't right?
I tried my best though,
Less hope by the day I'm ashamed I let go,
Feel like I'm dying, every minute of the day
Inside anxiety is rising,
Like my finger in your face I hate the,
Stress of life and trying to blend in with the fakes,
Ever since I ditched the vice, It helps me get away I guess,
I got a lot of questions
I got a lot of mess and friends with bad intentions,
I am precious that of inside reflections
I am every mention of the past darkest segments,
Architecht,
Dont laugh at ending,
Past pretending,
Can't we end it?

My heads the best evidence,
Dead relatives tend to send messages,
Sent from deaths residence,
I, sense everything never been blind to the facts,
Third eyes open, connecting the lines through the gaps,
They tell me pop some pills, on the real it's better for ya,
Drop ten of these get some sleep and remember water,
I took a couple I was out for the day,
Relentless thoughts ever more I dont know how to escape,
It's like-..

I'm a mess, mess fucked in the head,
I am nothing but dead flesh stuffed in some threads,
I am death, death, I am something you sense,
I am blood when it gushes from the cuts on your head,
I'm a mess, mess fucked in the head,
I am nothing but dead flesh stuffed in some threads,
I am death, death, I am something you sense,
I am love when it buckles and fucks with your head,
I'm a mess,