Scope Lyrics

My boulder's rolling up an endless hill

I could turn around now, find who else it killed

Bankrupt myself on all the funerals held

If only they had known I'd be doing this

So well, they wouldn't have my

Hell

Heck

I crushed his name to the gradient top

On the way, wrung 'em dry, oh, I've been filling my

Cup is more than half-full now, an overflow

I was dying of thirst but a moment ago

So, yeah, I'm sipping it slowly

But, but, but

Goddamn, I've been running for an epoch

The Grim Reaper and I caught in deadlock

And now you're scoping my gait

Scribbling hearts on the pages of my pain

I feel you looking in to see where I've been

You want a piece, not a parcel of my injury

I feel you look at me, see all that we could be

You—I—symmetry, hide all my history

Dele-e-eat me

Dele-e-eat me

My boulder's rolling down an endless hill

Guess I'll follow the sound and from the ground rebuild

We're quite the sideshow to the vapid voyeur

Yet you're familiar with the march of a warrior

Know I'm doing this for ya

Uh-huh, uh-huh, but

Goddamn, I've been running for an epoch

(Goddamn!)

The Grim Reaper and I caught in deadlock

(Goddamn!)

And now, you're scoping my gait

(Goddamn!)

Scribbling hearts on the pages of my pain, well

I feel you looking in to see where I've been

You want a piece, not a parcel of my injury

I feel you look at me, see all that we could be

You—I—symmetry, hide all my history

Dele-e-eat me

(Bittersweet)

Dele-e-eat me

(Bittersweet)

Oh, I'm done evading

No more renegading

Fake temerity

Clarity grows opaquer with age

Wager my grin

Chagrin going cold

I maybe burned by this old flame

But I'm far from smoked out

Still going for broken when

I'm

(Thickening my thigh

Mine, I'm on my mind

Sayonara suicide!

For the apple of my

Thickening my thigh

Mine, I'm on my mind

Sayonara suicide!

For the apple of my)

Thickening my thigh

Mine, I'm on my mind

Sayonara suicide!

For the apple of my

Thickening my thigh

Mine, I'm on my mind

Sayonara suicide!

For the apple of my

I feel you looking in to see where I've been

You want a piece, not a parcel of my injury

I feel you look at me, see all that we could be

You—I—symmetry

Oh, fuck it, bury me

Let it all roll away now

Let it climb, let it come

Let it comedown

Let it all roll away now

Let it climb, let it come

Let it come

Let it comedown