Shard's Path ft. Whose & Zech Lyrics

Sick & tired of this capitalist hell-scape, man

Making my ears bleed

So Spotify can pay me less than a slave

Ain't that ironic

It ain't a product of my past

It's my fucking present

And it'll probably be my future

This is my job, this is my full time job

And it feels like I'm walking on glass

Shards of glass

Fuck

To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast

On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff

You might think it's joyous

Stomp your foot, break the glass

But know the shards last

But know the shards last

To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast

On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff

You might think it's joyous

Stomp your foot, break the glass

But know the shards path

But know the shards path

Distant, the dweller of caverns

Darker than a lantern's fixing

Get my diction on camera

Oh you can't? Then start the mixing

Process of the new album I'm working on

"Earth to God"

Where I call the law of Adam

Nothing more than early fraud

Surlier in autumn

An honorary Nirvana member

Burping in the grotto

So the models just might read the letters

I've been sending since I was off of the bottle

But they're too hostile

Now I got to go

What started the bender

Left me feeling kind of tender

When you didn't show my music to your friends

Let the radio play commercials

For ten minutes

We just here for ends in it

But you want a circle

Back to how the crowd depends

On herbs to get turned

But my energy's burnt

I hurt myself listening to my peers

Filed a suit to pay the surgeon

That's repairing my ears

They say the person you hearing

Wise beyond his years

But he's averted his tears

You can die for his career

To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast

On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff

You might think it's joyous

Stomp your foot, break the glass

But know the shards last

But know the shards last

To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast

On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff

You might think it's joyous

Stomp your foot, break the glass

But know the shards path

But know the shards path

What a hell of a story

All these scars make,

I see the game that they play

And I don't partake (nah, I'm good man)

I've gone toe to toe

Blow for blow for the bar's sake

Applying the gas and

Cutting the fucking car breaks

Highway to hell (uh)

Pedal to the floor (ooh)

No more remorse

I'm meddling with whores (come here girl)

I'm dancing with the devil

My skeletons and more (yeah)

I'm just doing what they wanted

Yeah I'm settling the score (get even motherfucker)

Look where the pen has driven me

Product of what they did to me

Believed the lies that lived in me

Believed the lies of infamy

No woes, no "pity me"-s

No shows of sympathies

Ho hopes they've given me

No hold they rid of me (the fuck out of here man)

I thought that I'd be respected

I thought that they would love me (thought they would love you?)

I thought that I could do nothing

And still get fuckin lucky (still get fuckin lucky?)

I thought to be creative

That I had to be a druggie

But instead I dove inside

Of the grave that they dug me