Nightmare
๐ต 2179 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:16 duration
๐ ID: 6064763
๐ Lyrics
He hasn't been himself for quite a while
He won't crack a smile
Prosecutor in his own trial
As the floor below him becomes so fertile
By his very own vile nile in exile source
But the pitter patter of his tears
On the bathroom tile
All his friends are dead
Heh, hold your dread
Not in the literal sense
He's just incensed
By his own dense
Defense of the friends
That pretend to care at his expense
Until he's dispensed
But that's just his two cents
In case you were on the fence
All option exhausted
So he writes poetry like Nas did
Just face it you lost kid
Just close the garage door
And let your face get exhausted
Like your playing in boss
You're nothing but than your feelings
From your floor to your ceilings
And out through your bloodshot ocular faucets
Boy versus brain
White noise versus the sane
Always versus the same
Cries for help exclaim
That he's beyond repair
He'll swear
He'll despair
He'll stare
Straight ahead in the mirror
At the source of his waking nightmare
(Are you writin' this down Christie? Yeah)
Most can't sleep at night
They see the faces they missed
Try as he might somethings amiss
He can only see his
Fake plastic smile
The only problem with diplomacy is
The more he lies about happiness
The more lonely he gets
He's standing on a bluff
Overlooking the city
The city's biggest bluff
Is making itself look so pretty
He tells himself to be tough
Isolated and gritty
But gritty's kinda hard
When his brain's run by committee
He remembers too vivid
When he admitted
He benefited
From her arm being slitted from when he was pitted
Against the alited
But he was acquitted
'Round when he submitted
Two descriptions retrofitted
So afflictions were omitted
But no surprise the nightmares only get worse
When he takes the pills
For the first time
Poison is some kind
Kill the noise in his own mind
He's seriously delirious and deliriously serious
Oh my dear sister Christie
I think his end might be nearin' us
Nothing can fix the fear in us
So who do I speak of
And why is he gray
He rejects all his love
See the prices he pays
To his vices he caves
In a crisis of fates
No tragic history
Only a mystery
So I say to you
Who?
Why don't you tell me?
He won't crack a smile
Prosecutor in his own trial
As the floor below him becomes so fertile
By his very own vile nile in exile source
But the pitter patter of his tears
On the bathroom tile
All his friends are dead
Heh, hold your dread
Not in the literal sense
He's just incensed
By his own dense
Defense of the friends
That pretend to care at his expense
Until he's dispensed
But that's just his two cents
In case you were on the fence
All option exhausted
So he writes poetry like Nas did
Just face it you lost kid
Just close the garage door
And let your face get exhausted
Like your playing in boss
You're nothing but than your feelings
From your floor to your ceilings
And out through your bloodshot ocular faucets
Boy versus brain
White noise versus the sane
Always versus the same
Cries for help exclaim
That he's beyond repair
He'll swear
He'll despair
He'll stare
Straight ahead in the mirror
At the source of his waking nightmare
(Are you writin' this down Christie? Yeah)
Most can't sleep at night
They see the faces they missed
Try as he might somethings amiss
He can only see his
Fake plastic smile
The only problem with diplomacy is
The more he lies about happiness
The more lonely he gets
He's standing on a bluff
Overlooking the city
The city's biggest bluff
Is making itself look so pretty
He tells himself to be tough
Isolated and gritty
But gritty's kinda hard
When his brain's run by committee
He remembers too vivid
When he admitted
He benefited
From her arm being slitted from when he was pitted
Against the alited
But he was acquitted
'Round when he submitted
Two descriptions retrofitted
So afflictions were omitted
But no surprise the nightmares only get worse
When he takes the pills
For the first time
Poison is some kind
Kill the noise in his own mind
He's seriously delirious and deliriously serious
Oh my dear sister Christie
I think his end might be nearin' us
Nothing can fix the fear in us
So who do I speak of
And why is he gray
He rejects all his love
See the prices he pays
To his vices he caves
In a crisis of fates
No tragic history
Only a mystery
So I say to you
Who?
Why don't you tell me?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.30] He hasn't been himself for quite a while
[00:13.84] He won't crack a smile
[00:15.00] Prosecutor in his own trial
[00:16.47] As the floor below him becomes so fertile
[00:18.36] By his very own vile nile in exile source
[00:20.97] But the pitter patter of his tears
[00:22.27] On the bathroom tile
[00:24.03] All his friends are dead
[00:25.40] Heh, hold your dread
[00:26.93] Not in the literal sense
[00:27.90] He's just incensed
[00:28.62] By his own dense
[00:29.73] Defense of the friends
[00:30.54] That pretend to care at his expense
[00:31.94] Until he's dispensed
[00:32.81] But that's just his two cents
[00:34.06] In case you were on the fence
[00:35.88] All option exhausted
[00:36.96] So he writes poetry like Nas did
[00:38.39] Just face it you lost kid
[00:39.77] Just close the garage door
[00:40.75] And let your face get exhausted
[00:42.08] Like your playing in boss
[00:43.04] You're nothing but than your feelings
[00:44.22] From your floor to your ceilings
[00:45.22] And out through your bloodshot ocular faucets
[00:48.18] Boy versus brain
[00:49.37] White noise versus the sane
[00:50.54] Always versus the same
[00:51.56] Cries for help exclaim
[00:52.95] That he's beyond repair
[00:54.04] He'll swear
[00:54.70] He'll despair
[00:55.36] He'll stare
[00:56.41] Straight ahead in the mirror
[00:57.17] At the source of his waking nightmare
[01:27.93] (Are you writin' this down Christie? Yeah)
[01:33.18] Most can't sleep at night
[01:34.01] They see the faces they missed
[01:35.54] Try as he might somethings amiss
[01:37.12] He can only see his
[01:38.21] Fake plastic smile
[01:39.26] The only problem with diplomacy is
[01:41.26] The more he lies about happiness
[01:42.75] The more lonely he gets
[01:44.41] He's standing on a bluff
[01:45.77] Overlooking the city
[01:46.92] The city's biggest bluff
[01:48.09] Is making itself look so pretty
[01:49.83] He tells himself to be tough
[01:51.52] Isolated and gritty
[01:53.17] But gritty's kinda hard
[01:54.59] When his brain's run by committee
[01:56.20] He remembers too vivid
[01:57.41] When he admitted
[01:58.22] He benefited
[01:59.12] From her arm being slitted from when he was pitted
[02:01.60] Against the alited
[02:02.79] But he was acquitted
[02:03.76] 'Round when he submitted
[02:04.76] Two descriptions retrofitted
[02:06.14] So afflictions were omitted
[02:07.91] But no surprise the nightmares only get worse
[02:09.77] When he takes the pills
[02:10.81] For the first time
[02:12.02] Poison is some kind
[02:12.84] Kill the noise in his own mind
[02:14.54] He's seriously delirious and deliriously serious
[02:17.31] Oh my dear sister Christie
[02:18.55] I think his end might be nearin' us
[02:23.08] Nothing can fix the fear in us
[04:00.83] So who do I speak of
[04:01.46] And why is he gray
[04:02.25] He rejects all his love
[04:03.19] See the prices he pays
[04:04.12] To his vices he caves
[04:05.36] In a crisis of fates
[04:06.47] No tragic history
[04:07.45] Only a mystery
[04:08.26] So I say to you
[04:09.80] Who?
[04:12.37] Why don't you tell me?
[04:13.63]
[00:13.84] He won't crack a smile
[00:15.00] Prosecutor in his own trial
[00:16.47] As the floor below him becomes so fertile
[00:18.36] By his very own vile nile in exile source
[00:20.97] But the pitter patter of his tears
[00:22.27] On the bathroom tile
[00:24.03] All his friends are dead
[00:25.40] Heh, hold your dread
[00:26.93] Not in the literal sense
[00:27.90] He's just incensed
[00:28.62] By his own dense
[00:29.73] Defense of the friends
[00:30.54] That pretend to care at his expense
[00:31.94] Until he's dispensed
[00:32.81] But that's just his two cents
[00:34.06] In case you were on the fence
[00:35.88] All option exhausted
[00:36.96] So he writes poetry like Nas did
[00:38.39] Just face it you lost kid
[00:39.77] Just close the garage door
[00:40.75] And let your face get exhausted
[00:42.08] Like your playing in boss
[00:43.04] You're nothing but than your feelings
[00:44.22] From your floor to your ceilings
[00:45.22] And out through your bloodshot ocular faucets
[00:48.18] Boy versus brain
[00:49.37] White noise versus the sane
[00:50.54] Always versus the same
[00:51.56] Cries for help exclaim
[00:52.95] That he's beyond repair
[00:54.04] He'll swear
[00:54.70] He'll despair
[00:55.36] He'll stare
[00:56.41] Straight ahead in the mirror
[00:57.17] At the source of his waking nightmare
[01:27.93] (Are you writin' this down Christie? Yeah)
[01:33.18] Most can't sleep at night
[01:34.01] They see the faces they missed
[01:35.54] Try as he might somethings amiss
[01:37.12] He can only see his
[01:38.21] Fake plastic smile
[01:39.26] The only problem with diplomacy is
[01:41.26] The more he lies about happiness
[01:42.75] The more lonely he gets
[01:44.41] He's standing on a bluff
[01:45.77] Overlooking the city
[01:46.92] The city's biggest bluff
[01:48.09] Is making itself look so pretty
[01:49.83] He tells himself to be tough
[01:51.52] Isolated and gritty
[01:53.17] But gritty's kinda hard
[01:54.59] When his brain's run by committee
[01:56.20] He remembers too vivid
[01:57.41] When he admitted
[01:58.22] He benefited
[01:59.12] From her arm being slitted from when he was pitted
[02:01.60] Against the alited
[02:02.79] But he was acquitted
[02:03.76] 'Round when he submitted
[02:04.76] Two descriptions retrofitted
[02:06.14] So afflictions were omitted
[02:07.91] But no surprise the nightmares only get worse
[02:09.77] When he takes the pills
[02:10.81] For the first time
[02:12.02] Poison is some kind
[02:12.84] Kill the noise in his own mind
[02:14.54] He's seriously delirious and deliriously serious
[02:17.31] Oh my dear sister Christie
[02:18.55] I think his end might be nearin' us
[02:23.08] Nothing can fix the fear in us
[04:00.83] So who do I speak of
[04:01.46] And why is he gray
[04:02.25] He rejects all his love
[04:03.19] See the prices he pays
[04:04.12] To his vices he caves
[04:05.36] In a crisis of fates
[04:06.47] No tragic history
[04:07.45] Only a mystery
[04:08.26] So I say to you
[04:09.80] Who?
[04:12.37] Why don't you tell me?
[04:13.63]