Текст песни Subliminal - Deacon Smith

What is it that I'm seeking
Give a peek into my psyche
I've been thinking 'bout a lot
And not a bit of it is reaching
I see different outcomes of a present day where we relate
And likely, I'm projecting, Russel's never been more fucking lively, yugh
I wanna say what's pressing pursed lips to bursting
But sometimes my tongue ain't working as it should
My throat is hurting
Staying closed, so you ain't heard it yet
And furthermore I'm purging less
I'm purty yes, confessions sent with exes, ohs, my dirty rep

Let it rest and fetch the details in your sleep
Subconscious working overtime, it's time you let him breathe
I've been writing, but my nest has never heard a peep
Yeah, I'm still finding what I'll seek
All that subliminal beef

No I ain't looking for a repeat
Just making a piece to speak
I wanna release, but bleakly
I've been living it weekly
On my toes, I'm tipping over the stones that keep me tethered
No matter the weather
I'm featherlike, hella light, hell am I saying
Propelling my weakness
Waiting on severance
Eat this, all for your betterment
Peep it
What I mean to say is I've been waiting for a way to flay
So press play, but just understand that it's a stake and grave
No need to relay, just take it as it is and go on with your day
From now on, you're crossing yellow tape