paroles de chanson Meningslöst - DavidCrypt

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt
The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole
I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm
I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it
Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets
Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it
Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt
The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole
I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm
I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it
Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets
Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it
Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front
No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust
Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands
No matter times I try, you will never advance
My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants
I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh

Waking up too early. I might sleep again
Open up a door, I see a faucet, let that sink in
Peaking, I'm shrinking, like candle meets heat
And I'm breaking every mirror in my house for the feeling

Fairies in our house, bring the pressure on down
You can call me Bill Wilkins cause this is my house
Night gown on the corpse in the monochrome corridor
Find me in the street pacing up and down back and forth

Water in my lungs, feel me drowning from the inside
Too bad I can't die, can't throw up, I just might
I just bite, my tongue before I say goodbye
Wave a solemn hand, and turn around, for the last time

Water hits my hands, I feel it burning to the touch
Hold them there under, I can't take it very much longer
Sit down and wonder
The meaning is lost, I'ma try and find another

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt
The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole
I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm
I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it
Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets
Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it
Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front
No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust
Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands
No matter times I try, you will never advance
My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants
I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh

Young mind, young mind off the bath salt
The meanings lost, I stumble through a black hole
I'm the tree falling down in the rainstorm
I'ma chalk it up, this is fake, superficial

My teeth grind every time I think of it
Pockets full of daises and my hands holding trinkets
Epitaph poem with a symbol engraving in it
Man it's hard to write songs now, it's hard to even think shit, fuck

Gently open the door, something is hanging right in front
No I could never be your crutch, could never be the one to trust
Could never even trust myself, I think the meaning here is lost (yea the meaning is lost)

Stuck living through my eyes, I got rust on my hands
No matter times I try, you will never advance
My bootleg coat match my bootleg pants
I'm a fake motherfucker you already know that, uh