Текст песни The War Ⅱ - Pityview

Whoa whoa
Where did it where did it where did it connect with?
Whoa whoa

Left side, right side, everything's in ashes
They were trying to convince me, i got way too used to splashes
Burn still, shine bright, corpses in the trash can
I am praying for my opps i look to god like it's a passion

Hold still hold still who's this on the canvas
Like i would even care i light it up just like an armed man
Souls, they sound so crispy wonder if it's cuz the gasoline
My wounds are gnawing deeper think i need some epinephrine

Honestly man fuck it
I dont need no admit
Oh bro honestly like fuck it
Yeah i dont need no admit
Scars across my heart piece
Tell a different story
Friendship glory
Fuck it she ignores me
Arms with serpent
I sent him straight to heaven
Before he breaths his last breath
Where the fuck did it connect with?

Honestly man fuck it
I don't need no admit
Lead fits them like hit hit hit
Where is he - get bit by bit
Those scars across my heart piece
They tell an age old story
'bout friend-ship and 'bout glory
Sent letters he ignores me

I got my arms loaded with serpent
And i send them into heaven
And before he breaths his last he better answers me my question
Where did it connect with, like where did it connect with?
She's gone and he's gone i don't wanna be left with it

The clouds are getting closer
Can you hear the thunder rollin?
I think this might be over
Their ashes can't be mourning
I dont wanna be left with it
I don't wanna be left in it
All their voices quiet
But where did it connect with it

Honestly man fuck it
I don't need no admit
Lead fits them like hit hit hit
I get closer like bit by bit
There's scars across my heart piece
In it engraved an ancient story
Betrayal woundings and some worries
Please tell me how is this an army?

Left side, right side, everything's in ashes
They were trying to convince me, i got way too used to splashes
Burn still, shine bright, corpses in the trash can
I am praying for my opps i look to god like it's a passion

Hold still hold still who's this on the canvas
Like i would even care i light it up just like an armed man
Souls, they sound so crispy wonder if it's cuz the gasoline
My wounds are gnawing deeper think i need some epinephrine

(souls, they sound so crispy wonder if it's cuz the gasoline)
(my wounds are gnawing deeper think i need some epinephrine)