Lyrics:
the smoke
Devised by the techniques
Device to the message
Bleep on repeat
Got the phone set to offline
Nobody gotta bother me
Cause it's all senseless
Beat
of a smile, smile
Yes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake
Up with the promise, of a smile
Rest in peace 2Pac, Bone Thugs
In His Own Words let's go
And tomorrow,
a home
We're hammering nails, we're fixing broken bones
Broken bones, oh sometimes they don't heal like you want them to
Broken bones, oh sometimes they
Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken and you cannot fix it
Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken
to feel like then
Wincing over photos that I'm featured in
Examining the difference by the bone structure and skin
For I'm trying to recapture the feeling
Tell me something I don't know
Sure, my heart ain't made of gold
Powered by this beating lump
Of coal hiding behind my bones
And skin is all I
They judge you by your money
Or the color of your skin
They read you by the cover
Don't take time to read within
They judge you without jury
mistake
Wrong place, wrong time
Draw a line
Metal on Bone, Metal on Bone
Silently struck by some force that's unknown
Caught in the darkness, my lungs
You got me by the skin and bones
You got me by the skin and bones
You got me by the skin and bones
Don't let go
The day was long, the night was slow
present tense
Curled up on my bed depressive cuddle call me ouroboros
Wanting what I don't have hope it comes in by tomorrow
Weathers changing soon RIP
won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
anymore
Bring me some healing
Saint Cecilia, carry me home to your house of broken bones
You're out of sight, I'm out of mind
Been sitting watch your
back and watch it fade away
Disdained colours
Running out of empty picture frames
A perfect portrait
That could never be me
It's taken me
It's
It's Your grace or I am dead
In my trespasses and sins
It's embedded in my skin
Wash me clean in Your sight
Wash me savior or I die
Death is coming
and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
The crimson
and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
The crimson
at me
And tell me what you see.
To got a picture
That who the fuck am i supposed to be.
But i bet,
That if i ask more people one by one
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
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
Where do we have to go?
I don't know, let me know where we end up
Cause I'm not about to sit
And watch it get us
Just picture the stickers is on it
save for me
Just to hang out with my deepest flaws; bare bones and all
I’m sorry for the people I hurt when I was broken
And I apologize for losing my
these bones were ground to dust.
i’d die with her name on my lips,
because she is the one that has given me hope
through all of my own worthlessness.
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