this fucken duude

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[ Lyrics ]

[Lyrics]
my gullibility
betrayed my humility
things won't ever be the same
can't help but feel im to blame

mortal sensibilities
praying on my tired knees
i cry out, i want him here
devote my life to deafened ears

i'm quite good at calling bluffs
but when push comes to shove
i don't know what i'm afraid of
but i know it's not enough

behind my back i can feel
cameras that aren't real
karma's a tired trick
and my sins make me home sick

justice is just an excuse
only i can know the truth
i only exist to suffer judgement

then how spoiled can i be?
rotten like an apple tree
how dare i resist
responsibility

gluttony for punishment
fermented in cracked sediment
it's the least i could do
before i could hurt you too

for an eye i'd rather give my spine
my heart, my soul, turn me to wine
it's the least i could do
'till there's nothing left to lose
at least

my guardian angel
knows how to keep me faithful
patient prophecies
they know how and where to find me

untrustworthy sensibility
there's no such thing as common sense
when you're as haunted as me

beloved stories lack morality
retribution smells of rot
premonitions come in threes

so singe my hair and burn my eyes
my form is yours to colonize
i'll give all my guilt immortality

under the bed in the closet
underground, covered in vomit
nightmares rightfully come after me

count how many days it's been
keeping still while the world spins
writing words across the wall
pretend you don't feel so small

oh how the time seems to pass
takes forever way too fast
i've lost the right to complain
i brought upon myself the pain

if only i had the drive
fever dreams on 95
my punisher was revived
it's because i came out alive

take the mask off, it reveals
cameras that aren't real
i will bite, but won't kill
i wanna see my guts spill

i spit out a broken tooth
only i could know the truth
i am not entitled to forgiveness

then how spoiled can i be?
rotten like a lemon tree
i should know love isn't
about mercy

my grief hasn't even started
they tell me my thoughts are toxic
no one i could trust
tell me justice is unjust

but i know i think i always knew
my world doesn't make sense to you
there's nothing you could do
i'm not the one who's askew
at least

my guardian angel
knows how to keep me faithful
watchful as could
it knows how and why to abuse me

untrustworthy sensibility
there's no such thing as common sense
when you're as haunted as me

beloved stories lack morality
retribution smells of rot
premonitions come in threes

so singe my hair and burn my eyes
my form is yours to colonize
i'll give all my guilt immortality

under the bed in the closet
underground, covered in vomit
nightmares rightfully come after me

they tell me i'm not the one to blame
but i still don't feel ok
i don't need their petty games

acceptance isn't an option anymore
that's what i tell myself
to legitimize my gore

Osmophobia // Kevin [CoF]

Carbon Monoxide