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display - the art of passing by كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: dis-play]
mentally destroying pacifists
i hit you in the heart like a godd-mn masochist
communist, activist, raising children with abstinence
to avoid total unnecessary accidents
getting ourselves adequate to adjust to a rational nationalist
but will we still root for a fucking protagonist, if he’s just an undergraduate? a drop-out pothead
with nothin’ but an act for being completely p-ssionate
when he takes the time to pour his heart out on the canvas
smear the blood on her lips as if touch was the catalyst
and any psycho -n-lyst will tell you ’bout abandonment
the pain that it causes, i’m the number one candidate
what’s a valedictorian with nothing to validate
starting to aggravate we’ve got nothin’ to celebrate
they allocate their scrolls and throw their hats and start to salivate
a diplomatic victor with no need to congratulate
because his smile
their smile starts to activate, something inside
not agitate but fascinate
we’re leavin’ it behind
i said we’re leavin’ it behind

[hook x2: dis-play]
the art of p-ssing by
lying to oneself
eating away and decaying on what remains of mental health
set a goal and watch it drop with increasing wealth
’cause a pop to your ego won’t do much but help

[verse 2: dis-play]
darkness invaded my space when it arose
all i saw was black so i let my eyes close
i thought if brains could overpower my soul
maybe i could go far without shame, being exposed
i walk back and all the doors are closed
i said “please let me in i just wanna change my clothes”
[?], is only the life that i chose
when i’m goin’ hard on stage playin’ my shows
i get home to cry, that’s just how it goes
suicidal ideation, all i see is pros
i catch anything that life tries to throw
and i’m fucking up but i don’t think anybody knows
the edge is close and i’m pushed as the wind blows
shaken on gl-ss outside broken windows
standing still waiting for god to appear
but she won’t come because you’re askin’ her straight out of fear
watched her k!ll herself, from drinking cheap beer
she may still breathe but her eyes are clear
i don’t mean sobriety
i mean like a deer
when you hit it hard, switchin’ your car into rear
changing emotional gears
running out of tears
new death was here but he won’t touch you and it’s been three years
i got the cotton stuck inside of your stream
you were in pain when i began to dream
a spoonful of sugar will make the magic gleam
although it’s much too potent and the current is extreme
it pushed us far and i’m goin’ down the stream
you’re still on the couch and all i hear is your scream

[outro: dis-play]
swallow the solids
devour the water
cherish the smiles of a mis-loved daughter
the art of p-ssing by, lying to oneself
eating away and decaying what remains of mental health
set a goal and watch it drop with increasing wealth
’cause a pop to your ego won’t do much but help

- display

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