brakence - deepfake Lyrics

Lyrics deepfake - brakence



I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I don't know how much more I can take
'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight and getting in shape
Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane
Tell me, how do you do what you love when you're sick in the brain?
And you're two thousand miles away
So why am I stalking your Twitter and lying awake?
I show my true colors, you left, and my life got so gray
I can't get over you, yet I build up so much hate
But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay
I'm not, I don't want to escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm starin' me down, I surrender the sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
(I'm not, I just want to escape)
(I pop and my ego deflates)
(I'm starin' me down, I surren-)
'Cause behind the smile, I'm so pissed
But I won't be showin' emotions
No, I'm not even tellin' my close friends
You can't fix me now, I'm too broken
I don't know why I'm witherin' this way
Think I'm always makin' a mistake
I close my eyes, just hopin' my neck breaks
Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take
I'm lost, I can't find an escape
I pop and my ego deflates
While starin' me down, I surrender the sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
(I don't know why I'm witherin' this way) I'm not, I just want an escape
(I know how love that we've got to this way) I pop and my ego deflates
(I don't know why I'm witherin' this way) it's starin' me down, I surrender to sound
Just to find out that I was a-
A fluke, I got a tab in my pocket
It's what I use to justify all the fab I prophet
When I produce a beat, it's like makin' laced nootropics
I blow a fuse, repeat it, eternal state, neurotics
As I was splitting my hair
It's all a Vanity Fair
I'll leave the body I wear
And you can bring me to Hell
Yeah, you could tell it was the lie that you were the one
I'll play it out in my mind, what I could've done
And keep wondering if I'll write when my time is up
I can't help but picture my life ending in a month
And baby, you can try to love me, but I'm not fazed
I'm straight flushed with poker on my face
Then I start to choke on my own weight
Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take
'Cause my whole personality's fake
And I want someone else in my place
That'd feel so much better, I'll settle for now
An endeavor to die or create
Don't feel me
Die or create
(Ahh!)
(Settle for now)
Bloom to death
Bloom to death
Bloom to death
Bloom to death
Bloom to death
Too excited about dying, and blooming, umm-



Writer(s): Randy Findell


brakence - hypochondriac
Album hypochondriac
date of release
02-12-2022




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