brakence - teeth Lyrics

Lyrics teeth - brakence



(Bloomtodeath)
Tell me, dear lady
How will you navigate an uncertain future
Without the masters of the shadows?
(Exclusive)
I've been trying to breathe
Staying up past five, grinding my teeth
Uh, I've made a couple of beats
Then the whole net started capturing me
This shit's so overwhelming
Mix self-expression with self-obsession
Hellbent, but that's something I don't wanna tell them
Fighting for my will like the ring is elden
Fucking hell, man
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a hand-made prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Didn't flash, that's why the photo's cropped
I'm possesed, the way I play my part
Forming hatred like gathering trading cards
Spirit degrading, that's fear-based art
I don't know why I can't sleep
Lurk 'til the birds chirp, sigh and repeat
I hit Control-Alt-Delete
And yet, I can't stop manufacturing heat
It's the rapture or the beast
You can't grasp it in the least
Buyin' acid off the deep web
Blast it all for cheap
It's all my fault baby, I'm just too smart
And for that, I think I need to tear my brain apart, uh
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a hand-made prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Didn't flash, that's why the photo's cropped
I'm possessed, the way I play my part
Forming hatred, like gathering trading cards
Spirit degrading, that's fear-based art
Shaking, I let it out but I'm faking
How could I be so mistaken
To waste it all from the start?
Shaken, the power in me awakened
How could I be so mistaken
To waste it all from the start?
(You should get on the phone, man)
I'm guarded, they don't got my back
In my outlet, charging up a heart attack
Put my head on a swivel, that give me muscle cramps
And I'd better not shrivel up, I'm a fucking man
It's so divine to judge
I started walking down that path, beyond the winter months
I started flying to L.A., 'cause I get jitterbugs
It drove me crazy, now I'm certain I'm the chosen one, yeah
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a hand-made prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Didn't flash, that's why the photo's cropped
I'm possessed, the way I play my part
Forming hatred, like gathering trading cards
(Ooah!) my lungs are caved in
I've been spending eight weeks tweaking in a basement
But I can't make the statement
Do I trust her, while she says she wanna get acquainted
And says she wanna be my best friend?
But then I can't hang around no best man
Shovel fake love, like the hole that I stepped in
No time, I already lost my adolescence
You think you're better than me?
I'm flying and I went overseas
You think I'm lying, when I'm letting you breathe?
Hanging off the pedestal by my crooked teeth



Writer(s): Randy Findell, Wyatt Otis


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




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