Lyrics SCATTER BRAINED FUCK - 4ria

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone, whoever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets, regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage, I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage, the past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns stab me
Leave tragic stains
Untethered radical and unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness that I could hone

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
My genetics are so poetic, yet so pathetic (you don't get it!)
You're so generic
No rebel, but that's your whole aesthetic (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

Back and forth with a pattern to force your faces to splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy, I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back, now hold the clues
To your ear, my fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror, I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly like proven theories
So severely, bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep to just escape, so I'll erase
More hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters to counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal, sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature, a gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage, I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage, the past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns stab me
Leave tragic stains
Untethered radical and unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness that I could hone

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
My genetics are so poetic, yet so pathetic (you don't get it!)
You're so generic
No rebel, but that's your whole aesthetic (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)
You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)