Текст песни VOID (Sped Up Version) - Melanie Martinez

In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void
In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void
In the void, in the void, the void, the void, void, void...

Baby
I'm spinning round the corner
It's tasting kinda lonely
And my mind wants to control me

Ah-Ah-Ah-Empty
There's rotten things left in me
Injected by society
No one here but me to judge me

Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow
I hate who I was before
I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow
Someone tell me if this is hell

I got to escape that void
There is no other choice, yea
Tryna turn down the voices
The void ate me
Look at the mess I've done
There is nowhere to run, yea
Holding a loading gun
The void

Like a priest behind confession walls
I judge myself
Kneeling on a metal grater
Bloody like a body that has died and it's myself
Tangled in my own intestines

I got to escape that void
There is no other choice, yea
Got to escape the void

So strange
I'm trying to find a doorway
My eyes are staring at me
And they seem so damn unhappy

C-C-C-Collect
My fickle insecurities
And turn them into beauty
Alchemize the dark within me-eee

Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow
I hate who I was before
I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow
Someone tell me if this is hell

I got to escape that void
There is no other choice, yea
Tryna turn down the voices
The void ate me
Look at the mess I've done
There is nowhere to run, yea
Holding a loading gun
The void

Like a priest behind confession walls
I judge myself
Kneeling on a metal grater
Bloody like a body that has died and it's myself
Tangled in my own intestines

I got to escape that void
There is no other choice, yea
Tryna turn down the voices
The void ate me
Look at the mess I've done
There is nowhere to run, yea
Holding a loading gun
The void