Lyrics:
Conscripted minds ready in line
What goes up, must come down
Craft a quill from the feathers of my freedom
Dip the tip in my brothers blood
Scrawl your name in
the door
That I should have ignored
Addressed to Paul
In felt tip scrawl
The flat's previous renter
Absent now
NFA
Left debts on the key
For the gas and for
loathing scrawls
I hear the water underneath the bridge
This day was a slanting misfire;
A selfish infatuation
All my lovers live on pages
It leaves me
Full on dulling blades
Rolling bowl up own a maze
Big scrawl
Big c c call
Digits on the wall
Any mf that want it he gonna get it
Imma product of my
It's been raining since you left
And I take a paper to scrawl your name
And make it a paper boats
And I'm trying to let it go
And people say
If you
Yellow, seep
I am a sapling
Grappling with my roots
All of this precludes
The sort of petal of illusion
All is all within the scrawl
scrawl my stories in black ink
Erase all the spaces
Erase your pages
Now we're lost between the blanks
Familiar strangers
Our memories turned fables
Spend
THAT SCRAWL ON THE GLASS
I'm lost for words
I don't understand
Where did it go wrong
Why did you play that hand
Oh baby
You're treating me bad
Chorus)
Big dripping, money hit the floor, quake Lick hitting, hunny this ain't foreplay
Involved in the scrawl to the top’s far height No draws,
Full on dulling blades
Rolling bowl up own a maze
Big scrawl
Big c c call
Digits on the wall
cny mf that want it he gonna get it
Imma product
think it was ill
I'd scrawl it on my piece of paper in the hopes of one day reaching
In my vault and picking something out to finish the build
But that
Adapt and pivot
Capture snippets
Specific
Through my awkward digits
Where nothings off limits
Scrawl on the walls of lescaux
You can do it
didn't read anything about how much we missed you at all,
so with a broken stick and dirt we scrawl
'Here lies, our dreams come true,
here lies Xs for eyes
to my own looming potential
It rears it's fearsome head and
It screams my name
These callous bleeding fingers
Grip that pencil and I scrawl on scraps
c desperate, yearning nothing
Hidden behind the screen
c pissing contest
For pointless piss-ants
The selfish scrawl
Of another septic soul
These are
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie
lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawL
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
as a whore
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed, anyhow
Scrawl
Will you remember me at all
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl
Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes
as a whore
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed, anyhow
Scrawl
paperback scrawl your hidden poem
written around the dried out flowers
here we are still trading places
to try to hold on
pop tart
can you envision
a free
on
To this love
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are still trading places
To try to hold on
Pop tart
Can
please you
You explain, but you don't think I can understand
My head is spinning as I scrawl with my pen
'Cause I've been pouring vodka in my soul
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