Lyrics:
or could it be the lack thereof
could it be the lack thereof
now this delirium with all the trimming
and I'm sure that I have every symptom
and it's
Symptoms of hate
Celebrants of pain
Enemies revenge
Barrel to the brain
Angels descending
Soul deserting
Bodies collapsing
Memory deleting
System
because now he chose the bottle not himself and
brought all his flaws back from the past now he's back where he was
two years ago another symptom of disease
easing symptoms of vicodin withdrawal
do valium and vicodin mix
buy vicodin
the victim, I'm not sadistic
I know that we're gon' make the distance
Tell me your symptoms
Just say the word, that pain will be gone in an instant
Heart
fond of not being guided
So this is symptom of missing father
Is this what you wanted is this your will
I'm in need of clarity, I need you to reveal
this about
I'm really changing now ooh
Cleared all the numbers out my phone
Then left that whole life alone
Those are two of the symptoms I see
And I
like toasters
Rob yo' as leave you screaming
Like six flags on coasters
Verse 9
Delusions of grandeur
Is one of the symptoms
With you trynna build
Your
The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies
embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes
Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night
to hurl
Swallow the blackest lie
Resurrection rejected
Denial of afterlife
Symptoms of a blind man
To comprehend the insanity
Of this grand illusion
Is unbearable
of the day
I felt bad but I couldn't tell my mum
I had puss on the paper every time I wiped my bum
If you're feeling the symptoms your arsehole is wider
the fever wipe me down,
i can’t lie i like, i love the symptoms
do what you want, won’t even try to make it out of life
now even ..now take your time do
for you
Think I'm fallin for you[x4]
I got the symptoms
Girl, I get anxious (anxious)
When I think about you
That I don't see you
I see your future
scenery and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can't you see,
is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality.
my mom and pops
With an illness
That I probably wouldn't know I had
Cuz I wouldn't feel the symptoms
Shit is bugged out mad wild still it is strange
The nights I yern
For a cure
Let me explain the symptoms
So the lines aren't blurred
Imagine being Obsessive
Then to have a compulsive behaviour
Lord be thy
Reading "The Body Keeps The Score"
I can't tell who's winning but I'm Feeling pretty sore
More symptoms to ignore
Bracing leads to pacing leads
and surfing sofas
Diagnosing symptoms of society
Furloughed workers, hopeless
Mindless, scrolling through their feeds
Advertisements screaming buy this new
description
I am attacking the symptoms
Of classes of prisons, stay true to my genes
Like my fashion's religion
Why do they lie to my face?
Why do you stay
the next night
And then I drank some mixed with OJ
It made all my withdrawal symptoms go away
And for the first time, I didn't need a pill
Every second
a symptom of our own
Minds and the social machinery
That surrounds us that absolutely wants to
Grind us into to dust
Yeah, the world would love to tear your
to myself
to start craving crying
Sadness,loneliness
the symptoms of the dying person inside
Oh Inside
The puzzle is broken
I can’t see the turning
I can’t
forging all the symptoms that you
never had supposed
you learned to live with them
said it’s easier to live alone
sick from the soothing,
drowning in
it different
This is exactly a symptom
Of fucking capitalism
And I’m not mad at the system
And I’m not throwin' jabs
And I’m not dissin'
Cause it’s
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