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โฑ๏ธ 3:57 duration
๐ ID: 3891677
๐ Lyrics
So diabolical
Impossible to see
We are a product of our mediocrity
So what am I to you?
Another name to scrape through the dirt
We stare right into the truth, cause the truth stares back
We press the pills to our lips, let the weight detach
(From the shoulders down)
This spirit is tainting
My muscles constraining (your encroaching cloud)
Apathy, all-enravelling, all-encompassing
Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting on the abuse
Will you scratch me out? Will you cut me loose?
I've been clawing at your head but getting through to you is no use
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
To think, the gun was in my hand
It was in my hand
Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting for it now
I wanna feel the creaks of age come creeping
Nobody steal my hurt from me
A Necronomicon
Oh sweet fragility
A fraction of a second passes
Feels like an eternity
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
To think, the gun was in my hand
It was in my hand
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air
And I'm sick to death of it
Impossible to see
We are a product of our mediocrity
So what am I to you?
Another name to scrape through the dirt
We stare right into the truth, cause the truth stares back
We press the pills to our lips, let the weight detach
(From the shoulders down)
This spirit is tainting
My muscles constraining (your encroaching cloud)
Apathy, all-enravelling, all-encompassing
Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting on the abuse
Will you scratch me out? Will you cut me loose?
I've been clawing at your head but getting through to you is no use
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
To think, the gun was in my hand
It was in my hand
Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting for it now
I wanna feel the creaks of age come creeping
Nobody steal my hurt from me
A Necronomicon
Oh sweet fragility
A fraction of a second passes
Feels like an eternity
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
To think, the gun was in my hand
It was in my hand
And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
Knowing I've got to breathe this air
And I'm sick to death of it
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:30.22] So diabolical
[00:31.38] Impossible to see
[00:32.53] We are a product of our mediocrity
[00:35.29] So what am I to you?
[00:36.55] Another name to scrape through the dirt
[01:00.33] We stare right into the truth, cause the truth stares back
[01:04.57] We press the pills to our lips, let the weight detach
[01:12.47] (From the shoulders down)
[01:13.15] This spirit is tainting
[01:13.97] My muscles constraining (your encroaching cloud)
[01:16.86] Apathy, all-enravelling, all-encompassing
[01:23.55] Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
[01:28.56] I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting on the abuse
[01:33.42] Will you scratch me out? Will you cut me loose?
[01:37.69] I've been clawing at your head but getting through to you is no use
[01:41.43] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[01:47.15] Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
[01:51.84] To think, the gun was in my hand
[01:57.58] It was in my hand
[02:03.33] Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
[02:08.42] I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting for it now
[02:12.14] I wanna feel the creaks of age come creeping
[02:16.60] Nobody steal my hurt from me
[02:21.48] A Necronomicon
[02:45.57] Oh sweet fragility
[02:46.52] A fraction of a second passes
[02:49.53] Feels like an eternity
[02:54.02] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[02:57.71] Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
[03:04.19] To think, the gun was in my hand
[03:15.31] It was in my hand
[03:15.53] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[03:17.77] Knowing I've got to breathe this air
[03:22.25] And I'm sick to death of it
[03:54.92]
[00:31.38] Impossible to see
[00:32.53] We are a product of our mediocrity
[00:35.29] So what am I to you?
[00:36.55] Another name to scrape through the dirt
[01:00.33] We stare right into the truth, cause the truth stares back
[01:04.57] We press the pills to our lips, let the weight detach
[01:12.47] (From the shoulders down)
[01:13.15] This spirit is tainting
[01:13.97] My muscles constraining (your encroaching cloud)
[01:16.86] Apathy, all-enravelling, all-encompassing
[01:23.55] Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
[01:28.56] I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting on the abuse
[01:33.42] Will you scratch me out? Will you cut me loose?
[01:37.69] I've been clawing at your head but getting through to you is no use
[01:41.43] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[01:47.15] Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
[01:51.84] To think, the gun was in my hand
[01:57.58] It was in my hand
[02:03.33] Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose
[02:08.42] I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting for it now
[02:12.14] I wanna feel the creaks of age come creeping
[02:16.60] Nobody steal my hurt from me
[02:21.48] A Necronomicon
[02:45.57] Oh sweet fragility
[02:46.52] A fraction of a second passes
[02:49.53] Feels like an eternity
[02:54.02] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[02:57.71] Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick
[03:04.19] To think, the gun was in my hand
[03:15.31] It was in my hand
[03:15.53] And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now
[03:17.77] Knowing I've got to breathe this air
[03:22.25] And I'm sick to death of it
[03:54.92]