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Moonsickness
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Moonsickness κυκλοφόρησε στις 22 Σεπτεμβρίου 2020 από Penelope Scott ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Public Void
ΆλμπουμPublic Void
Released22 Σεπτεμβρίου 2020
ΕτικέταPenelope Scott
ΓλώσσαEnglish
BPM59
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[Verse 1]
There's so much to do
I'll never have the wherewithal
To do it all again
Or fucking do it all at all
I love you so much
I don't wanna go, but
Everybody knows this place is dying, as am I
I might not get another chance
It's such a careful dance and
I am such a fuck up if you only knew
That I am such a fuck up, I've got
[PreChorus]
One-hundred hours to rearrange the stars
And I'm the worst mistake that God has ever made
You seem to integrate so fucking well
But I make lemons out of lemonade
[Chorus]
Blood clots and death cramps
Injections and leakages
The election cycle and the tides
Aztec circles of the death of all deaths
But the beast refuses to die
[Verse 2]
In your guts, you know it's all destroyed
You could've had a boy
If you had children, now you think
You might just put them down
None of us belong
Everything I do is wrong
And soon there will be nobody left around
And in your blood, you know what's right
And in your bones, you know what's wrong
And in your throat, you know you're lying to kids
And you know nobody belongs in this hell
And there is not a single choice left to make
I am God's worst mistake
And you seem happy on the knife's edge
But I just lick the blade
I've got
[PreChorus]
One-hundred hours to rearrange the stars
And I'm the worst mistake your God has ever made
You seem to integrate so fucking well
But I make lemons out of lemonade
[Chorus]
Blood clots, death camps
Gluts and depressions
The business cycle and the tides
Concentric circles of torture wheels
But the beast refuses to die
[Verse 3]
Atomistic rational behavior
Invisible hand savior
Fucking up your definitions even though it's life or death
Who fucking told you you were selfish
Or even self-interested?
Don't you think it matters when we wish our friends the best?
And, fuck, I'm not a Marxist
I'm not a fucking Democrat
Because of all this bullshit, I'm not anything at all
All I wanted was a framework
None of them can live here
There's nothing to believe in and there won't be till we fall
And it's not all you, man
You were just a kid once
God, I'm such a fuck up
If you only knew that I am such a fuck up, I've got
[PreChorus]
One-hundred hours to rearrange the stars
And I'm the worst mistake your God has ever made
I can't get the numbers right
I can't fucking count because not one goddamned thing is in its place
[Chorus]
Blood clots, death camps
Gluts and depressions
The business cycle and the tide
You fuckers know it's all built on lies
But the beast refuses to die
And so I guess, well, neither can I
Written by: Penelope Scott
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