Notebook. - why are you wearing that suit? paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson why are you wearing that suit? - Notebook.



It′s never what you think it is
They're never who they say they are
So, I take my dosage
And drink the potion
I pray for those
And don′t pay them no attention
I'm surrounded
There ain't a set of eyes I could trust
But, I′m grounded
It′s never what you think it is
How could you say that I'm lost
Two-stepping with a mirage
Easiest route to a coffin
Why would I befriend a charlatan
Don′t you dare say it's a part of it
Why are you wearing that suit
Show me the real side of you
It′s never what you think it is
They're never who they say they are
I don′t even want to take part
Stay far
Maybe it's you. Maybe it's me
And the way I perceive. I′m jaded, it seems
Quite tainted and predisposed
To walk that thin rope of disarray with my feet
It′s a chain just for me. Am I making believe and endangering peace
I'm surrounded. There ain′t a
Set of eyes I could trust, but I'm grounded
You say I′m to blame
Possibly, but fuck your claims. You're insane
No way. No way
No way
It′s never what you think it is
How could you say that I'm lost
Two-stepping with a mirage
Easiest route to a coffin
Why would I befriend a charlatan
Don't you dare say it′s a part of it
Why are you wearing that suit
Show me the real side of you
Give me a second to think
Things bend when I blink. I′d do best with a shrink
Need to lessen the time in my little head 'cause I sink
Really, I want to flex; breakfast in bed in a mink
Exit my dreams and get right to sex on the beach
Minimal stress, sippin′ an excellent drink
Instead, I'm killin′ my system with too much chemicals
To be level-headed. This shit I do's unethical
It′s been this way for as long as I can remember, too
Still, I wake up and execute the incredible
What's on the other side of this mind that I'm tethered to
Maybe the grass is green, but I flick cigarettes into it
Could be a pageantry of silence with excessive beauty
They say that′s louder than words, but being deafened ruins
All of it
Honestly, it′s hard to quit
Truthfully, I'm ′bout to get gone from this
Labyrinth of Awfulness
Labyrinth of Awfulness



Writer(s): Thamon Joyce


Notebook. - bloodlust.
Album bloodlust.
date de sortie
20-07-2020




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