Текст песни Trauma - Bubo Vile

Stay up don't let it
Get to you now
Face it we're all just
Decrepit and foul

Stay up don't let it
Get to you now
Face it we're all just
Decrepit and foul

Trenchin through faces and lovers amounts
Of how many likes on a tweet you can count
I don't like how I look mirrors smashed into pieces
I hate that I'm not loved as much as I need it
Need it

Can you explain why your words are all games
While I'm wrapped 'round your finger you profit from me
When you've had most your fill and you're on your own way
You will take all I have and leave nothing for me
I have given my love to you chip piece by piece for you
Hidden away in the dark just to be with you
Now you will say that you'll heal is your biggest lie
Drown me down under my sheets is where I will die

Trauma you'll be the death of me
Trauma you'll be the death of me

Stay up don't let it
Get to you now
Face it we're all just
Decrepit and foul

Stay up don't let it
Get to you now
Face it we're all just
Decrepit and foul

Trenchin through faces and lovers amounts
Of how many likes on a tweet you can count
I don't like how I look mirrors smashed into pieces
I hate that I'm not loved as much as I need it

Take all I have and leave nothing for me
It is what is expected from people like me
Broken machinery flesh and with bones
There is no mechanic to help with these wounds
So I must heal myself in the hope you'll see
When that times has to come when I hear in my dreams
That you're proud of my progress in healing no bleeds
Time I see you and you do not kill me

Trauma you'll be the death of me
Trauma you'll be the death of me