Call Me

  • 專輯:Call Me
  • 發行:2020-01-17
  • 演唱:Empress Of
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'Today, my mother killed me'
If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle
What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared
I'm at a dead end, I bled slow
From my chest, held my breath and did my mess and never let go
I lived a good life, I never had half-compromise a thing
And if I couldn't write, I'd think of other ways to optimize my living
No wife, no kids, no anchors
Hand over fist to withhold this info from the bankers
Don't know my neighbors, didn't take a village to raise me
Small-town mentality types thinkin I'm crazy
I ain't as weird as they paint me
Off color, I'm more gutter, punk, and ritzy
More glitz and glamour than others
Motherfuckers left me lonely in this designated corner
Had a couple walls that build upon, they made me a performer
Now shade me from the warmer weather
Save me from the slaughterhouse
That creeps between the pages where I try to hide my awful mouth
Speak discretely to the sheets that seem to be hollow
Punched a ladder full of holes, just for my swollen feet to follow
Support me all you want, don't let me drop a field of land
I'm not going to stop until God is my ceilin fan
Spare the lamb, save me from my former-self
That creeps between the pages as the line across and locks my self
Now this is my box, these are my walls
This is when time stops and I'm all that there ever was
And I'm all there ever is and I'm all that there ever will be
A freeze frame pine box soliloquy… Call me FRANCOIS


      • 專輯:Call Me
      • 發行:2020-01-17
      • 演唱:Empress Of
      字型

      'Today, my mother killed me'
      If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle
      What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared
      I'm at a dead end, I bled slow
      From my chest, held my breath and did my mess and never let go
      I lived a good life, I never had half-compromise a thing
      And if I couldn't write, I'd think of other ways to optimize my living
      No wife, no kids, no anchors
      Hand over fist to withhold this info from the bankers
      Don't know my neighbors, didn't take a village to raise me
      Small-town mentality types thinkin I'm crazy
      I ain't as weird as they paint me
      Off color, I'm more gutter, punk, and ritzy
      More glitz and glamour than others
      Motherfuckers left me lonely in this designated corner
      Had a couple walls that build upon, they made me a performer
      Now shade me from the warmer weather
      Save me from the slaughterhouse
      That creeps between the pages where I try to hide my awful mouth
      Speak discretely to the sheets that seem to be hollow
      Punched a ladder full of holes, just for my swollen feet to follow
      Support me all you want, don't let me drop a field of land
      I'm not going to stop until God is my ceilin fan
      Spare the lamb, save me from my former-self
      That creeps between the pages as the line across and locks my self
      Now this is my box, these are my walls
      This is when time stops and I'm all that there ever was
      And I'm all there ever is and I'm all that there ever will be
      A freeze frame pine box soliloquy… Call me FRANCOIS

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