paroles de chanson Numb - Bayley

Feel attack from the back I don't feel that
Got it straight from tap I don't heal that
Circle strict with the band I don't need all that
I don't need all that
Feel attack from the back I don't feel that
Got it straight from tap I don't heal that
Circle strict with the band I don't need all that
I don't need all that

I speak cursive it's purposeful
Heard it all merciful
Tweak the sounds and then reverse it all
Keep the ground panicked the hearse is full
With the body bags, from all the dodgy tags
And foggy tracks deprived of all these raps
Cold-blooded in these VVS veins
I'm flooded with these TV stretched brains
I've gutted all these CD-less strains
On society, but gotta have something to listen to out of sobriety, don't lie to me
Monotonous watching this livery
Synonyms thinning them privately
Soak it all in then I'm crying tea
Hope is all in there's no finding me
There's no fight in me or fighting me
Air out the gas then I'm flying free
Quietly
Pop the tags then I'm buying three
Quietly
Hot for grabs ain't no tying me
Quietly
Hot for drabs ain't no tie in me
Quietly

Feel attack from the back I don't feel that
Got it straight from tap I don't heal that
Circle strict with the band I don't need all that
I don't need all that
Feel attack from the back I don't feel that
Got it straight from tap I don't heal that
Circle strict with the band I don't need all that
I don't need all that

I say my name cause I don't hear anyone else mention it
I spit the same cause one day I want to see you drenched in it
I spit the flame cause I want that thirst quenched from in it
I hate the game so i cock the extension clip put in it
I love my life and it stinks there's no stench left in it
I let go of everything cause there's no one left to clench it
Paralysed through the mirror it's clearer than I
A reduction more needed than a sale could buy
I try
And see through it bleed through it
But my veins can tell
Been impending, imminent the rain done fell
I'm raising hell
From the depths of the soul
Where the pain does dwell
I shake a shell
As I feel my body fake a tale
I take I fail
It's more monotonous
Than my meter mixed with heaters and it's obnoxious
I inject the lines till I feel it so toxic
Retrospect self loathing thinking have I lost it
I got shit to get out like I should flossed it
I'm painted in matte black hmm shoulda glossed it
In my soul I don't know
What the story done told