The Art Of Cremation歌词
Sitting in the mother******* dark just smoking
I don’t want to hear no talking
I watch even when they think I’m not
Wide awake i hear you walking
Sleep walk if the **** don’t come
Never really gave a ************* if you don’t like
The way we do it from the movies to the music
I smile and i know that its alright
************* is the word touch me and burn
Don’t make me embarrass you
Was eager to learn ************* waiting our turn
There is just no comparing us
Do it right every time
Without even ******* trying
It never get ******* tiring
I change up the way they write
I’ve seen it once I’ve seen it twice
I’ve seen it too many times
“we hope sesh blow up”
It do now they look oh so surprised
“now its different” quit the *************ing
I don’t want your ass to listen
Pour a trendy four an drink it
Till your heart no longer ticking
Tired of the mother******* hold up
I touch the world and it froze up
Promise i never care
Promise i never will
Give a ************* about if they know us
That never meant a thing
Give a ************* if you’re listening
We come and save the day
Sesh and it never change
Need to go a little harder boy and i am your best reason
************* I’m cremated creeping every season is sesh season
I’ve been in it for fourteen winters
You were beginning just last weekend
I dont force it still they weaken
Now our words are what they’re speaking
*************t a little different i admit it
Cuz now i can buy some ******* dinner
*************es *************ing like its tradition
************* id rather you don’t listen
Ill be honest thats a promise
I ain't no one to look up to
Rather u look down on me
Frown upon me and tell me
That I’m not what you thought that i was
No i don’t need no “yo bones you killing it”
************* up and listen thats not why I’m doing it
Its not a choice i am the noise
Static bring havoc i live in the void
We are just something you cannot explain
Radiate rays that you cannot ignore
I don’t go quiet I’m slamming the door
El say to get it I handle the chore
Never fit in i stuck out like a sore thumb
And I’m numb everywhere that we are
My blunt go out and the people they run
Cashed and I’m apt to attack when its done
Look in my eyes i take you to the sun
Drop you off burn you then take you back home
You could be right still i'll never be wrong
You could be you but you’ll never be