Texty

Ladies and gentlemen It was a cold-blooded premeditated murder Brain pain again, can't remember my name, yeah This distance is sickness, I'm super nihilistic, yeah Do we exist inside an acid trip? Or is this flux born from a fantasist? My make-believe idiosyncrasy Help me (ah!) Just wanna party on my deathbed I'm here to live my life electric Just wanna party on my deathbed Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead But I know I don't wanna waste it Just wanna party on my deathbed Ah, ah I'm seeping love, I'm full of it Secreting blood, I'll never quit Would you wanna be me if you could see The memory that haunts this hypocrite? Born in a void, darkness feels like it's home Death's banging on the door So let's give him a show Hey, hey Nah, man, now don't be shady I'm how your God has made me I'm just a puppet on a burning stage No health and safety 'Cause if I can't be me in this society I'll hallucinate my own autonomy Just wanna party on my deathbed I'm here to live my life electric Just wanna party on my deathbed Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead But I know I don't wanna waste it Just wanna party on my deathbed (My make-believe idiosyncrasy) Do we exist inside an acid trip? Or is this flux born from a fantasist? My make-believe idiosyncrasy Just wanna party on my deathbed I'm here to live my life electric Just wanna party on my deathbed Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead But I know I don't wanna waste it Just wanna party on my deathbed
Writer(s): Zachary Joseph Cervini, Hannah Jade Mee, James Alexander Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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