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underground unleashed - the sick side of me كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1 – grewsum)

n0body ever loved me
not enough to save me
so now i’m crazy
no fixing it, it’s official lately

one minute i’m happy
only grinning and picking daisies
the next minute
i’m flipping’ out and i’m k!lling ladies

this ain’t the kind of sickness any therapy could help
i’ll never be allowed to breathe and simply be myself
i’m broke and damaged, a cretan eatin’ a bleeding milf
she keeps screaming, i need it, i love to hear ‘em yell

so keep your distance and hold tight to your misses
everybody hates me, spent my whole life on the sh-t list
i never sleep, i spend all night in the ditches
with a pocket full of pills and a small knife for the business

everybody leaves me, might as well take ‘em away
it’s f-cking easy, i just beat ‘em and make ‘em decay
the wolf needs me, you need to be feeling afraid
you need to have a reason to plan for keeping you safe

(hook – notebook.)

nothing in the air but the aroma
take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
they see only what you show, don’t know of-
the sick side of me

(verse 2 – perennial)

in retrospect i don’t regret the droves of crimson colored specs
from molding copacetic remnants cut from kick and screaming chests
the writhing leviathan, hiding behind a cheery grin
just let me in and find you never knew the true meaning of sin

lowly blessings, i learned to count the small things
while i caressed your intestines and made a fiddle from your heartstrings
compressed your trachea and bathed in the pain in you
cackled at the gaping wounds where the bones protrude

this is food for devils, and i revel in its glory
gory allegory, this is more than just a horror story
hordes of morbid wh0r-s, broken jaws on the floorboards
welcome to the psychopathic mind of the warlords

i’ll slice open your throat while i hold your head back
collect the blood in a goblet and smirk as your eyes go black
i am the harbinger of death, the arbiter of last breath
know if you see me while you’re sleeping i am the angel of death

(hook – notebook.)

nothing in the air but the aroma
take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
they see only what you show, don’t know of-
the sick side of me

nothing in the air but the aroma
take it in our lungs like “what’s the hold up?”
they see only what you show, don’t know of-
the sick side of me

(verse 3 – notebook.)

it’s appealing; the peeling of skin
revealing what’s shielded within
with steel that i wield for the inexplicable-
infatuation with stealing a glimpse
and feeling the mystery-
of the human-body after days of interesting
withering; wasting away to skeletal
test-dummies on metal beds for the medical-
examination, fueled by obsession and fascination
flesh on my gl-sses, tastin’ the wretched with admiration
scientifically surgical. hands on the vertabra-
when i curve it just enough to bend it and snap its placement
pieces on gl-ss tables in darkrooms
for photographs i’m takin’, in monochromatic shades of-
primarily grey, except for the stains that bled from the subjects i detained
that may be the only thing that’s upsetting
i’m just ready to know the secrets of what’s clenching below
i need this hands-on approach to see it

(hook – notebook.)

nothing in the air but the aroma
take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
they see only what you show, don’t know of-
the sick side of me

nothing in the air but the aroma
take it in our lungs like “what’s the hold up?”
they see only what you show, don’t know of-
the sick side of me

- underground unleashed

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