Текст песни The Beast - Sadistik
This
song
is
called
the
beast
It′s
about.
feeling
ugly
I've
been
whittling
a
niche
a
heart
that′s
made
of
wood
Is
feeling
pitiful
and
sick
so
I'm
parting
ways
for
good
A
minimal
intent's
on
that
could′ve
would′ve
should've
Try
to
look
up
high
if
I
mistook
the
miserable
events
I
look
up
at
the
sky
and
I
pry
both
my
eyes
open
So
I
can
decide
if
it′s
worth
it
just
to
try
and
This
is
what
it's
like
when
you
fight
all
the
nightmares
To
try
to
find
some
light
there
and
hold
it
all
in
my
hands
And
the
parable
is
done
ugly
duckling
swan
dived
into
the
barrel
of
a
gun
I
spent
my
afternoons
alone
to
stare
into
the
sun
To
attract
an
opposite
and
go
get
married
just
for
fun
Come
undone
predict
another
mental
lapse
Screaming
from
the
top
of
my
lungs
until
the
windows
crack
Drinking
all
the
vodka
to
hush
all
of
my
impulse
that′s
Seeking
for
the
optimal
buzz
to
get
my
limbs
detached
And
I'm
a
part
of
all
the
lies
Does
she
loves
me
not
mentality
makes
gardens
all
divide
The
particle
I
hide
is
the
iron
in
my
blood
I′ll
set
fire
to
the
sun
until
the
waterfalls
are
dry
Father
son
and
holy
ghost,
bottled
rum
and
lonely
folks
Dance
within
the
lines
so
they
can
swallow
some
and
Dosey
Doe
I'm
so
alone
I've
been
living
in
a
vacant
pit
Just
another
voodoo
doll
victim
of
relationships
I
studied
every
single
eyelash
On
her
little
face
and
they
look
like
venus
flytraps
I
always
knew
I′d
meet
a
nice
catch
I
didn′t
think
that
she
would
bite
back
So
please
fail
me
now,
you
with
the
pitchfork
hey
bail
me
out
Man
I
act
like
a
man-i-ac
I
just
can't
fight
back
When
this
greyscale
surrounds
me
You
say
hello
there,
I
say
it′s
hell
here
Look
at
my
face
to
find
trace
of
swell
years
With
my
tongue
in
my
cheek
in
spite
of
when
I
go
to
bite
it
So
the
blood
is
released
I
try
to
Look
inside
me
when
I
summon
the
beast
to
fight
him
So
I
guide
him
right
under
the
sheets
to
hide
it
It's
a
violent
thrill,
rhythm
of
a
silent
film
Cycle
of
the
moon
when
it′s
hunt
and
release
I
might've
been
sent
to
jail
when
I′m
dead-set
to
fail
I
felt
it
coming
the
death
sentence
braille
Misery
loves
comforting
and
best
friends
prevail
It's
The
Beauty
and
the
Beast
it's
La
Bete
et
la
Belle
Please
come
and
kill
me
with
a
bullet
made
of
silver
Or
a
stake
inside
my
chest
so
I
can
finally
go
to
sleep
When
these
lovely
feelings
are
so
cold
it
makes
me
shiver
When
it′s
breaking
my
defense
so
don′t
go
crying
over
me
Then
dream
of
another
fortune
that's
not
average
Sing
with
a
little
forked
tongue
like
a
basilisk
These
simple
days
of
boredom
are
so
cancerous
Seems
like
I
might
be
sort
of
like
a
masochist
I′m
so
enamored
by
the
swell
marks
Breaking
all
the
mirrors
just
to
crawl
out
of
my
skin
I'm
Ester
Greenwood
i′ve
been
trapped
inside
a
Bell
Jar
Believing
all
the
speeches
from
a
charlatan
again
I
got
lectured
on
the
matter
That
my
topics
are
myopic
non-sequitur
and
scattered
He
uses
big
words
complex
with
all
the
patterns
But
maybe
it's
for
me
and
not
you
I
formerly
denounce
my
former
self
and
form
deformities
Conform
to
formations
that
were
forced
to
form
abnormally
Before
I
forfeit
my
fortress
and
forget
my
fortune
I′ll
fortify
so
you
can
burn
me
at
the
stake
Tricyclics
with
an
SSRI
Just
might
fix
this
mix
of
intense
hard
times
Light
gets
dim
when
I
get
this
dark
side
As
time
tic
tic
tics
and
excess
stars
die
Cause
I'm
a
monster
in
the
flesh
Being
haunted
by
the
topics
that
I
conjure
with
my
breath
This
is
how
a
death
feels
this
is
all
that's
left
When
there′s
nowhere
else
to
run
and
you′re
caught
inside
The
web
of
the
beast
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.