Lyrics Stormtrooper - The Hearse

There's no point of living inside of a castle
When you are restricted within tightened shackles
Realizing that makes your mind begin to rattle
But before you enter go into the time capsule
Relapse and relax you need to see that
You could cease that moment even when handicap
Don't need see black to know defeat attacked
Soulfully lean back to know you'll be in tact

Whoa, you? I don't see it happen to you
You don't seem scratched and bruised with a spleen fractured too
Kneecaps are broken from so much pleading
Hopefully I don't let it go for 0 for 3 so
Sure, I'm vulnerable and brittle
Might get belittled for the use of this skill
When you chose the guns, I chose the riddles
When you chose the knives, I chose the chisel

Sure you're blown, like a whistle
But your can't brag about playing the game when you're a fiddle
For once just let your tears begin to trickle
You'll have people to talk to within your ripple
Affect and invest in less messy revenge
Please let me suggest a handful of kleenex
Do so less aggressively without Hennessey breath
And progressively without any regret

Watch what you do. Spot what you say
Walk with the crew or walk away
Sob with the dudes. Don't say Naw, that gay!
If you pop a few it won't stop the day from rotating
Obeying physics, no role playing
It's ok to crochet or only use Olay
Not having a rope chain doesn't mean you're so lame
By letting your soul take flight you can get go great

It's invasive to degrade what made you you
Especially if it's made into baby food
Rearranging the cranium
Making you into a fool who hates related to dudes
Cope with these emotions with an open team
Noticed like a totem stoic like Mona Lisa
Before you sleep a little bit, keep a
Spot for the peeps close, not the Grim Reaper

Hit them up in the cinema filling up the amygdala not the
Insula the intent within it, make sure it isn't villainess, even
Witness in a minute if they be kicking with it then it sucks
Picking up and then it's just stuck, lifting up to see it's a crutch
Treating it like isn't much is a deliberate hit to the fibula
Rigid incentives in it is a hidden pivoted derivative
Triggered with minimal vinegar mixing it in a whisk and then
Implementing the sin in it: that's the whiff of the cinnamon in it

No, this is no joke
If this goes too far, turn back and go home
If you don't, your lips, keep them sewn close
If you do, let the bros know
Yeah