all my life ive always known
coldest story ever told
somewhere far along the road weve lost the world
to a soul so heartless
how could you be so ??
cold trohpy on the sea floor
and when you see me screaming up in to a sea shell
you put your phone down
sippin on your latte
and im standing in the desert with these broken arms
and your talking hella loud in the industry
sittin there actin like you could own me
now theres a mass grave filled with the old mes?
and they think they going up so they donate
and the world that we know now wont end
and the way you cut my throat cant be sewn up
as if i aint nothing but an organ donor
so to smoke become a source of power
peace to my grandma
yes she dies of cancer
the worlds on a permamnet suicide
you can have the world but youre never gunna own me
walk the walk like zombies do
permantly as a youth
they know everything well do before we do it
thats the truth
welcome to my battle field know the enemy