Wozwald

By Trickle

Released on August 8, 2019

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I found some braindead broadcast of Folklore at midnight

That's said to once give rise to mermaids, right...

Self-righteous, high on it Junky

Paparazzi, crawl for it, Monkey

That's simply just another lie made to please empty lives

Ah, desperate to fill their nights

Mind is slipping on the name of that guy

Still he gets nothing but praise

Which means

If you are first in giving your name

You alone will be the claimer of fame

Oh, hooray

If you hate a monk, you'll see his words as lies

A psuedo pioneer shines a bright light

Q. E. D

Lights off, wide eyed

No

Turn them on and hidе

Again and again

Take this and you'll see right

Try it again, then

Their livеs will be all mine

Get sick, sick of this

You monkey, fry

Leave it there, oh leave it there

I can't be more than this, no there's nothing else here

So, gather here, now scatter there

Drown in synthetic happiness without a care

Oh, let them breathe

Ah, without me

Are you still trying to fit in with a face no one sees

I hate this place

Just let me waste

A habit turned to faith, praying

Let me be saved

A thought is made up of disease with arrogance and make-believe

Now Let it sit in warm water

Cool it down, thin it out, and pour it out

Like sugar- my brain

This feeling- I crave

Breaking

Paying

Taking

Everyone is partying except for me

All I'm seeing in this bash is trash having a tea party clueless to how they can't see

Cautious, aren't ya?

Just Like a dove, that mind is always on edge

Selling at market-price, we offer "life"

In exchange for a brain that's dead

Go on and do whatever you want

Sell them out until they're all gone

Ah, despite the rule, you'll behave just like any fool

And grab the plate while too hot to take

The words that you sigh when you can't leave the bed

"The sheets just wouldn't let me go"

These words that you said, these words you said

The more you let them rule you

The more the truth becomes blue

It's clear you've lost control

Oh

When you've died

Oh, when you've died

All you've made in this life is on the other side

You'll doubt them all

You'll doubt then rot alone

You're sure to bat an eye when you're being watched, right?

Oh, worshiping

Go, declaring

Just like a glowing theme park shining oh so brightly

Aren't you sick of this

No love exists

"Are we so weak that we can't live on without belief?"

Hey, mind is slipping on the name of that guy

Still he gets nothing but hate

Which means

If you are first in giving your name

You alone will be the claimer of shame

Oh, sure thing

If you love a monk, you'll see his words as life

A pseudo-pioneer shines a bright light

(Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...

Come here, child...)


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Leave it there

Oh, leave it there

And settle in your safe havens, Eden is here

So, gather here, now scatter there

Drown in synthetic happiness without a care

Oh, let them breathe

Ah, without me

I see you're awfully wise if you're longing to die

Show them your grief

Rot out love's seed

Let the next generation see