Nails Lyrics

Dirt beneath the fingernails too deep to even pick it

Burned into the retinas phantom memories of sickness

Cursed for all eternity, translucent in its finish

Bubbling intrusions, can't believe the clock is ticking

And it's picture perfect hurricanes approach on the horizon

Carrying the wreckage and remains of old Poseidon

Finally accept whats being scraped across the eyelids

Can't take away the pain, thats not to say for lack of trying

And they're trying to adapt a maladaptive insurrection

Of avoidance and escapist tactics draped in misdirection

Magician gloves for sucking thumbs and duck and dodge the question

Smoke it to the filter, gargle choke on this congestion

And the lesson is a message and it's scraped into the skin

To confess will only lessen motivation to begin

Getting tested every second place and take it to the chin

What they make of it's irrelevant from second to second to minute to hour to /

Oh but they never make way for the safe and sound, only make waves when the face to the ground

I ain't tryna play but the game insane so i take my place finna break it down

I don't got faith gotta chase it down, I don't make pace so the ace in town

Time manipulate but they never get it straight and I'm better than em at it so I take this crown

Face down in a puddle of whatever wanna call it, Jackson Pollack on the pavement, don't look

Might sound like a little bit whatever-wanna-call it, hyperbolic? But the brain gets so shook

That's the way that the story plays out, wanna stay safe and sound you should probably pen your own book

But apparently your character is terrible and probably won't make it to the footnotes so look /

Go, bleed black, go bleed black

Go, bleed black, go bleed black

Go, bleed black, go bleed black

Go, bleed black, go bleed black

I don't gotta eat, I don't gotta sleep, I don't gotta dream

I don't gotta eat, I don't gotta sleep, I don't gotta dream

I can't eat

I can't sleep

I can't breath

I can't think

I can't eat

I can't sleep

I can't breath

How many pounds pullin down till the bough break?

Cradle full of twisted wood entangled with a brown snake

Fire in the apple of the eye until the sound shakes

Lifeless hanging upside down surrounded on the ground, pray

On the ground, pray, suffer on the ground, pray

Knees till they bleed soggy rotten putrid brown grey

Losing daylight when the crowds came

Halo to a noose with the truth wrapped around me

Fuck that, board up windows, reinforce the doors

Baton down the hatches, hide under floor boards

Blow the candles out, we cannot be harmed

In the darkness clutch apotropaic charms

Feel them closing in, headlights all around

Murder flies above, circles and surrounds

Sickness old as time centers in the mind

Mirror cracks in place, you cannot define