Year of the Tooth ft. Humeberto.eme Lyrics

There's a quiet in my head that I've been scratching at forever/

A quiet in my head that I've been scratching at forever/

There's a quiet in my head that I've been scratching at forever/

There's a quiet in my head/

I'm a wax Valentino at my best/

So Hollywood should know me when I'm dead/

And if I scream into the void anymore I'll become it/

Learn the lesson of the fall or to weep in the plummet?/

I see you when you're coming and I need to confront it/

But my speech has been flummoxed since I reached that summit/

Used to bleed from my stomach when I'd eat, I'd be punished/

In a weeks worth of summers I would reek of a bummer, yeah/

And I'm a late bloomer too/

These two kicks in October got a June hue/

Prove it, shouted over cops at high noon/

A paper boat of anger as flotsam ensues/

Put up your dukes oh enemy of mine/

I'll rage against the light until I'm old enough to die/

Or know that I'm alive, to hold it, I know it's/

A long ways away until I'm reaping what I'm sewing/

There's a quiet in my head/

That I've been scratching at forever/

There's a quiet in my head/

Oh Angel Face, long have my eyes been so fixed on you/

If only in the Year of the Tooth/

…what's this I've been gifted?/

The blood of the lamb or a triptych/

That screams "I'mma miss this"?/

Three panels hanging from a bit lip/

One too many saying I can't fix this/

And if I truly met an Angel then I surely won't forget it/

Hitting every box on my wishlist/

Wish shit was different/

But wishes and wants are addicting/

And I'm trying to stop feeling like I'm missing/

Out on a limb with the hangman's red on my neck/

Bouncing checks my ass can't cash/

I've been thinking of what could be, I could be last/

Or I could be taken to task, for what imma ask/

It's all truancy, you and me were never in class/

So who the fuck is gonna toast the flask?/

It's like that/

Oh Angel Face, long have my eyes been so fixed on you?/

If only in the Year of the Tooth/

One day that I framed, in a painting that hangs/

Above the shelf that my mother reclaimed/

Sinking deeper into memory as heaven replays/

Throughout my brain, like a film with which I'll always be plagued/

Sanctimonious ways I turn you into what I want/

Growing older, sadder, and horribly gaunt/

A shadow of a doubt, in a whole other haunt/

The last place you'd think to look, a light bulb turns on/

And acts as the ball on a Disney sing-a-long/

Bouncing on top the words of every single fucking song/

That I played along the path, was the math reviewed?/

For all our howling at passive moons/

Should I be mad at you, should I be mad at the source?/

Should I be laughing at the way that I collapse on the floor?/

Should I be grandfathered in to the saddest of lore?/

If I could I fucking would/

Oh Angel Face, long have my eyes been so fixed on you/

If only in the Year of the Tooth/

There's a quiet in my head/

That I've been scratching at forever/

There's a thousand fucking attics/

In our climbs up to heaven/

There's a crown and a throne/

Ain't in pleasant?/

King Coma is present/

King Coma is present/