Bitter Messiah (feat. James Nellons)

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Owen Haibach

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Both knees and my fists being dragged through the mud
My eyes weak as i stare up at temporary suns
Said to me "we weren't meant to be", kicked me to the cusp
It's hard to see the pain in worship when the promise is love
Invoke sleep, too hard to live when the task hasn't come
Been going through the same shit since my life has begun
Controls me, chains on my wrists I'm too attached i can't run
Below me is the places i used to crash as a youngin'
And slowly i start blaming shit on the mask that I've summoned
So lonely, been minutes since I've seen the pack that i run with
I'll roam free after i take back all the power I've loved with
A dope fiend the way i live, can see my ribs, got no stomach
I'm hopin' they don't see shit if my shirt gets unbuttoned
Low dosage for what I've seen after all of them run ins
The closest i got to peace was some weed in the Dutches
I know that this oceans deep i dip my feet and i struggle to stand up

Lately when i dream yo face been burned into place
I can't complain cause i ain't done shit yet to try and make change
Living like Bojack with my habits, minus fortune and fame
Living with no dad as a child, that shit done spoiled my brain
I left our left in Minnesota, West Virginia I stayed
I got a face that's made of stone, I've got a heart made of clay
Cause for your love I've been a dog, for pain I'm just a machine
Bitch f*ck these rose tinted glasses, i need aquamarine
What's good

Left scabbed, abrupt speech guided by muted intentions
Established aftermath, situations could've prevented
Thrown into this cycle by my depressive incentive
But if fates as real as it feels it seems this patterns cemented
So even numbered days are spent living without direction
Cause we don't live by taste we living by the percentage
The furthest thing from great but it's something that I'm content with
Cause we don't live by taste, we living by the percentage
Of what or who or where will finally make us feel as though
We're in positions that can finally put us in control
This shits fictitious, I've preached and practiced, I'm still alone
Cause i would rather run in place then into the unknown
So i pretend that you're Aubrie, honestly just as cold
At least for now cause soon you'll be living down by the coast
So when the summer ends and it comes time to hit the road
I'll keep our darkest memories dead in my catacombs

Lately when i dream yo face been burned into place
I can't complain cause i ain't done shit yet to try and make change
Living like Bojack with my habits, minus fortune and fame
Living with no dad as a child, that shit done spoiled my brain
I left our left in Minnesota, West Virginia I stayed
I got a face that's made of stone, I've got a heart made of clay
Cause for your love I've been a dog, for pain I'm just a machine
Bitch f*ck these rose tinted glasses, i need aquamarine
What's good

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