Right hand turn into a pole but I'm still alive
Snow on MT. Silver, guess I'm feeling dead I can't lie
Pumped up with adrenaline, and I cannot seem to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging, telling me that everything's fine
Missing frequency, I hurt my ears and now I'm suicide
My town made of lavender, I'm crawling through the ceiling lights
Tick tick tick tick tick, and now you're head explode
Strangled red, like what the hell, I'm cold just like an eskimo
I kiss the ground that someonе walks on, swear that what you know you know
Hypno boutta grab, drag, pull you to the Unown
I got the syndromе, I think my eyes bleed
I'm feeling like I'm watching episode thirty eight
Never wait, 5.25 times 8
Never fell of my bike, but I just fell of my damn skates
Woke up in a hospital surrounded by my family
The life I was living, turned out all of it was just a dream
Fell inside a coma, now I'm wishing I could go to sleep
Sometimes I still think about that life, it really haunts me
Especially, I think about the person that I was before
I grew from all my problems, now I'm stuck back at the bottom floor
If dreaming is the way I can go back, than ill make sure
I can dream forever, and I cannot wake up no more
Torn between two paths, I just wanna go back
It's not guaranteed, but willing just to take the chance
Meet me at the gates, if it fails, I'm not a heaven man
Even if I wanna live, I cannot go without them
Pumped up with adrenaline, and I cannot seem to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging, telling me that everything's fine
Missing frequency, I hurt my ears and now I'm suicide
My town made of lavender, I'm crawling through the ceiling lights
Tick tick tick tick tick, and now you're head explode
Strangled red, like what the hell, I'm cold just like an eskimo
I kiss the ground that someone walks on, swear that what you know you know
Hypno boutta grab, drag, pull you to the Unown
I got the syndrome, I think my eyes bleed
I'm feeling like I'm watching episode thirty eight
Never wait, 5.25 times 8
Never fell of my bike, but I just fell of my damn skates
Fuck it all, it's bootleg anyways, you're fake I know that shit
Like taking a pic of a shadow and straight up swearing it's an apparition
Pot to piss in, super rigid
I don’t know the definition
Waking up like every day so pissed off, I need a mission
444 hertz, that's my eyesight
Selling wings to angels, that's my hustle, do it on the side
Girl_42, whered she go, that's my only light
I'm understanding everything, pellucid truth, every night
Shiny marowak, got a couple of bones in a stack
Firewood, but I'm not cold, so I don't need that
Fall back, knuckles crack, thousand miles away from that
Sundowners, age 17, I've forgotten
Pumped up with adrenaline, and I cannot seem to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging, telling me that everything's fine
Missing frequency, I hurt my ears and now I'm suicide
My town made of lavender, I'm crawling through the ceiling lights
Tick tick tick tick tick, and now you're head explode
Strangled red, like what the hell, I'm cold just like an eskimo
I kiss the ground that someone walks on, swear that what you know you know
Hypno boutta grab, drag, pull you to the Unown
I got the syndrome, I think my eyes bleed
I'm feeling like I'm watching episode thirty eight
Never wait, 5.25 times 8
Never fell of my bike, but I just fell of my damn skates