Chapter 15: Sumen’ Broken

L’avare ou l’avoine, lovin’ or luxury. Gaze at it, feed

Head on a swivel and me the spine on a magazine

Intentionally, I’m conditioned to sleep on ambition then swerve

The devil I serve’s my optical nerve, all that I see I consume, except you and me in the room

Plucked out of nothing, lowered and buried in nothing, in the middle why I did nothing?

Trade it all for a little more…

La peur ou la peine, bottle that energy, numb it to sleep

Ignore the shit you would see. Hold it or in the sink, no difference to me

I could agonize the price of pride for you, apologi-that I’d never do

Appalling eyes. In my head, a view. ‘Odd’s soul imposing on someone new

Plucked out of nothing, lowered and buried in nothing, in the middle why I did nothing?

Trade it all for a little more…

Le mort ou le moine, modelled my misery, made it look sweet

Tune in the following week get a fucken deadbeat, you stuck with me

I would mention you with such intention to clean up instead. Be a part of you

Promises broken and never do. Settle for hope you’re not broken too

Plucked out of nothing, lowered and buried in nothing, in the middle why I did nothing?

Trade it all for a little more…

And get high but never higher, get laid but never loved, trade it all for a little more

Open the door… x6

Open the daw