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I feel like I'm walking on these coals and I'm so burnt I feel like the boredom's all I know when I'm sober My temperament got too temperamental Temper tantrums my best credentials Tarantulas in my temple What a web we weave they're all dead to me In these seven seas I'm setting sail Since everything's turned to ebony Let it be known I'm your enemy Letters are sewn to my pedigree Identity set in my dreams of the centipedes ending me And I see scenes up ahead of me entropy All in my skin stained vanity hollow it is Watch 'em follow the trends off a cliff fatality Dear dad look what you made out of me Hope you're proud of me shoe-string salary Blue period Picasso accosted Myriad of costumes new-ink galleries But no perfect appears Person to person they purchase their tears So real to surreal a career can careen The currents obscuring my current affairs I'm cursing the mirror this circus of fear that I live in It is an illusion it's lucid I'll lose it eventually So let us just let it be I feel like I'm walking on these coals and I'm so burnt I feel like the boredom's all I know when I'm sober I feel like I'm walking on these coals and I'm so burnt I feel like the boredom's all I know when I'm sober Rode down a road made of rhododendrons And wrote it down it bore no resemblances But it's so poetic I lost my youth in those phonetics Sometimes the truth can be open-ended And rotten fruit can be roses scented Insensitive to the copacetic My coping patterns grown so pathetic I'm walking on coals Burns all on my toes, (they) Swallow my soul whole And say that they are following code Attack of the clones Put a tack in my bones To match the crack in my skull A match crackles I'm standing alone on these coals
Writer(s): Cody Allen Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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