A Suitable Beast ft. Aphrow Lyrics

Fascinated with guns, death and wearing a dress

He used to play cello now scotch is the scent of his breath

Strip a man of his secrets and what the fuck is left

To be listened to he had to lie with his chest

I mean the loss of a lover can cause the brain to rupture

He said wounds don't matter, life just gets rougher

He took words and made them alive but always medicated

Better to die in disillusioned youth than worn out and jaded

A solider with meaningless medals and meaningful scars

The shrapnel in his leg settled now he's limping through bars

Death came to his cot, your avatar will consume you

It's hard to live up to those lies that bloomed in you

He said all writers are liars and that's the truth

As his liver tango'd and danced with some more 80 proof

All you have to do is write one true sentence

Write the truest sentence you know and know that you meant it

Hunting under hills like white elephants

He found amusement in killing, he saw life irrelevant

In the Torrents of Spring The Sun Also Rises

Death in the Afternoon as the matador slices

What's a human to a maggot but a moveable feast?

Seeing a bullseye in the mirror was he a suitable beast?

A Farewell to Arms he put the gun in the drawer

And said let the bell toll for fascists in war

To Have and Have Not in the garden of Eden

The apple seeds look like snake eyes the puncture wounds are bleeding

Islands in the stream, True at First Light

Investigating a ghost is like that apple's first bite

Infatuated with me he started hunting me

Visions of suicide was he doing something to me

I ran Across the River and Into the Trees

He said these are all future loose leafs never let the truth sleep

He said did you even read The Old Man and the Sea

We work our whole life just to reel in our dreams

The sharks eat them as we fight while Sisyphus screams

And when we finally get our prized possession to the boat

It's only a bloody carcass, just bones and no hope

He tried to possess me but this shell needs no ghost

We all have these trauma time loops that we get trapped in

I opened up his book The Fifth Column and his spirit went back in

His dad shot himself with his father's revolver

The world breaks everyone the cycle revolves

He was a big game hunter but the last beast was in his head

He piled up the dead animals but could never bury his dread

Did you hit the target or did the target hit you

You were the bull and the matador that paradox split you

His last letter said am feeling fine i hope to see you soon

Then he took his shotgun in the foyer and boom