Текст песни 44 MB OF TRAUMA - 4ria

The truth will destroy you
What's love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you're spoiled?
What's struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled
Refuse to be foiled by fools and some voyeurs
By lovers and runts
Suffer through ploys on the hunt for new joy
You know nothing new, boy
I don't fuck with you cunts
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs
To sharpen my heart and to harvest new love

Break bread with my demons every season
I've been contemplating leaving, I could never my mind up
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with
Can't encounter this shit without vile luck
Times up, fuck it, let me rise up
If word is bond, then I'll tie these flows tight like a rope I'm on
A host of pills like I'm just supposed to feel calm
You know the deal, all the shit I ever wrote's too real
Switching rhythms, killing hopes revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal
Living like I'm just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I'm grown, I feel
Down to be goat, ideally don't ever choke
Compose flows to cope and heal
Four beats in a bar, four chambers in a heart
Four days, no sleep, I was dreaming of the stars
Troubled days, I was drained, it was raining in my heart
No restraint from carving another scar
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain
Shades in the dark, I can't ever think straight
When the pain sparks the sick traits
Of my heart, that's been caged, falls to a grim state
On the fringe of my sin
I'm convinced when I meet 'em that they don't like me
But, I don't like me either
No time to spite or greet 'em, might as well fight the feeling
Take flight and leave them because I don't like to see 'em
Hope I never need 'em again

The truth will destroy you
What's love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you're spoiled?
What's struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled
Refuse to be foiled by fools and some voyeurs
By lovers and runts
Suffer through ploys on the hunt for new joy
You know nothing new, boy
I don't fuck with you cunts
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs
To sharpen my heart and to harvest new love
The truth will destroy you (I can't)
What's love, if not loyal? (I can't)
What lust, if you're spoiled?
What's struggle, if plush? (I can't let it go)
Abused and recoiled (I can't)
Refuse to be foiled by fools and some voyeurs (I can't)
By lovers and runts (I can't let it go)
Suffer through ploys (I can't)
On the hunt for new joy (I can't)
You know nothing new, boy
I don't fuck with you cunts (I can't let it go)
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs (I can't)
To sharpen my heart and to harvest new love (I can't)

(I can't let it go, I can't let it go, I can't let it go)

I can't let it go
She already knows
I'm already cold
She's already gone
I can't let it go
She already knows
I'm already cold
She's already gone
She's already gone
She's already gone
She's already gone
She's already gone
I can't let it go
She already knows
I'm already cold
She's already gone