Lyrics crooked path - Nerves Baddington
I
want
to
be
dead
with
my
friends
Would
you
say
that
the
individual
may
even
have
more
than
two
personas
In
other
words,
would
he
probably
uhh
(Inaudible)
Young
seeker
peers
thru
the
tinted
looking
glass
Fabric
of
reality
dismantling
he's
pushing
back
Behind
the
veil
still
tend
to
walk
a
crooked
path
Breadcrumb
trail
machine
elves
in
a
Wookiee
mask
We're
all
whales
in
a
bubble
bath
What
the
hell
ahh
well
he's
a
troubled
lad
Aye
please
don't
make
me
have
double
back
Can't
count
the
pounds
when
you
drown
where
the
trouble
at
Wet
socks
from
the
puddle
splash
God
hooked
it
up
with
dry
clothes
and
some
bubble
hash
A
mezcal
flask
from
his
mother's
stash
And
a
bunch
of
dead
white
men
in
a
money
bag
Haha
it's
funny
sad
punchlines
full
of
despair
Sidestep
one-time
tryna
get
spared
No
sunshine
when
it's
gone
he
sits
there
On
the
dark
side
of
nature
boy
young
Ric
Flair
Emotional
response
to
the
trauma
(Yea)
Black
it
out
until
he's
mapping
out
a
new
persona
(New
persona)
Nah
i
ain't
backing
out
i'm
moving
onward
(Uhh)
After
school
of
thought
shark
maneuver
thru
piranhas
(Smooth
mover)
No
Tijuana
tourists
get
the
silent
treatment
(Yea
yea)
Cold
shoulders
from
the
locals
in
their
private
eden
(Yea
yea)
All
snakes
in
the
garden
probably
die
in
treatment
He
overshot
the
moon
ibogaine
defined
the
meaning
Day
one
clean
slate
with
a
clean
break
Kaleidoscope
dreamscape
all
seems
fake
In
actuality
realer
than
reality
stranger
than
fiction
Legs
twitching
as
his
knees
shake
Yea
consumed
by
the
doom
feel
a
boom
heart
beat
bass
Picking
thru
the
pieces
of
his
keepsakes
Stash
trauma
in
a
lockbox
to
keep
safe
Watch
past
lives
in
a
loop
stuck
on
replay
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