Brad Bramish ft. Damn Selene Lyrics

What is a man anyway?

GROSS

I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that

I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack

I’m the ace and the face card of hearts

In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract

I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that

I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick

I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds

And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat

When the path only forks so we know who’s wrong

The only practical freedom is not to belong

Ain’t a damn thing fair but there was time now

Like ready, fire, aim, kid, shoot your eye out

I am but Jack’s hacked outlook on life

That’s that and it’s a catch that’s eleven twice

The terror that flaps in the night is the chance

You’re the same machine that you rage against

What if a dog had pants but the answer is given

In the form of a cardboard box you can live in

All is weird flex driven, being growled through fences

Till the best built prison is a hollow incentive

We follow the path that the pack is impressed with

Or bark ain’t the worst of the parts that we’re left with

A flagrant request from a beta, I guess

But this place is a mess that is hardly managed

I’m brad bramish

Dammit I’m brad bramish

I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that

I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack

I’m the ace and the face card of hearts

In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract

The truth of a man lies in what they hide, though

A miserable pile up of honoured cycles

Not by the hair of my chin or thigh or shins

Would my diligence suffice as defense

It’s all play pretend till the cracks are evident

The last action asshole’s a casual deviant

Adapt with comedic responses when processing stress

Remember then to ask how to dress

Couldn’t care a bit less for the laws of lobsters

But accustomed to tasting the fronts of lockers

What else did you think that the jaws were locked for?

Hit bottom so hard that it made the top sore

No encores please, just judge the performance

A poor thing’s version of reserved conformance

Of course it’s killing me but I’m dropping patiently

Cause no one is scaling these walls to save me

I’m gwen stacy

Baby I’m gwen stacy

I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that

I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick

I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds

And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat

I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that

I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack

I’m the ace and the face card of hearts

In the form of a dart that is lobbed at the abstract

I’m gwen stacy, baby, no scratch that

I’m a spider webbing wrapped matchstick

I’m the ace and the face card of diamonds

And my skin is thin as a mountain is flat