Lyrics:
Happy times ahead
Happy times ahead
Saw the kind of blood
Like a picture's going to shatter
Can you recognize the pictures of a bone-luck setter
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
Savage
What do you want from me?
Wanted by nobody
Why won't this fucking leave?
Broken
Despising what I see
Just fucking bury me
Tortured by my
Down under the night sky
I lay and wait
Praying to whoever
Will listen to me
I founded my own cross
Been clutched by its weight
There's no
on and my piece match
Plus my keys match, see I don't need ask
You with me now, this by far is a blessing
When we get to the car you should start undressing
shots I'm unvaccinated
And I have small pox you can have a blanket
Get assassinated and get left with broken bones
If you go in the woods make sure you
Watch my life pass me by
In the rear view mirror
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
I don't wanna waste another day
Stuck in
and those stones
Have broken my bones
My heart is about to collapse
My thoughts decompose
And nobody knows
The old me is not coming back
Yes I know I’m not
W-w-welcome home
Made our return like the prodigal son
Outcasts we was on our own
Times up and we skin and bones
Been through hell left me skin
Me, Us, Together
From your skin to my bones
We are one, we let love
If you’re wounded, I’ll bleed
If you’re broken, I’ll heal
From your skin to my bones
dull days and hand grenades
Flying by like they said it would
Flying by like I guess it should
But I don't wanna be skin and bones
No I don't wanna be
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home
the night
But sticks and stones can break my bones
When your words tear me apart
And burn to ashes, everything in sight
Sticks and stones
Winter moon
Trail
too late to mend
Pick a name and imitate me
I'll let you know when the time comes
Pick my bones and separate me
Wear the skin with valor and pride
Pick
till all I see is pitch black
But I just want to change out of this skin it's been itching me
If I couldn't sleep with bedbugs then I sure cannot sleep
And hold the light to suit my skin
Your favorite t-shirt on again
Counting hours
Counting lies
Three, two, one
And I smile
Taking pictures
Bones hurt skin burns trouble with my cartilage
Fatty fucking foods keep hardening my arteries
Built kinda tanky but i'm not a god damn Stalinist
Wanted
and gentle)
Oh he shouldve (Pulled the handle)
Oh this is (Too much to handle)
Take this
Broken heart
Broken bones
Never arrives when
Lightning strikes
and close it
And all my bones are broken
I shouldn’t be airing my thoughts
I shouldn’t be singing this song
You owe me nothing
For the illusion I constructed
me up get a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
tears drop
Washed away by the storm
Like a rotten log
Fade like shade on a wall
Treated careless, meat and bone
Play with me a little more
I'm a broken
of a crow
Snake slithers by me
Rattlin' them bones
Broken bones
Broken bones
Broken bones
thin skin, squeezing the blood from the stone
If you swing for the king and miss you'll wake up in the house of broken bones
You say if you were me you'd
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