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picking scabs
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Utwór picking scabs został wydany 13 marca 2026 przez Shattered Dreams Entertainment jako część albumu just another modern day god in a suicide pod
Released13 marca 2026
WytwórniaShattered Dreams Entertainment
JęzykEnglish
BPM92
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Nobody wanna heal, they just wanna feel something
Diggin' in the past where the real pain pumpin'
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
Y'all livin' in the wounds that you ain't buried yet
Cuz you can't get better in a bed of regret
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
They say they want peace, but they feind for the pain
Drama like a drug, shoot it straight in the vein
Postin' all the scars just to harvest the clout
But they never clean the cut, they just re-open the route
Out (out) patient therapy, they swear they can't sleep
N' arrogantly, they seem mute when it's deep
Talk, (chatter) sleep walk, wrapped in blankets of guilt
Big talk, gotta be about your game to get healed!
It's like y'all love the collapse, but hate that it feels
Perhaps, like the fake escape from the real
N' that mirror on the wall, full of cracks you ignore
It's not the fact that you poor, that has rattled your core (nah)
We've all been to battle before, you gotta settle the score!
Weather the storm, instead you just sit on the floor
Hard work? (Shiieeet) that gets ignored!
Sit back, pick scabs, what are battle wounds for?
Nobody wanna heal, they just wanna feel something
Diggin' in the past where the real pain pumpin'
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
Y'all livin' in the wounds that you ain't buried yet
Cuz you can't get better in a bed of regret
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
Healin' isn't glamorous, it's painful and slow
The process can be cancerous if the hate starts to grow
To self-loathe, til' you let go, all them thangs from before
Leave that muthafuckin' pain and anguish alone!
Even if you gotta be erasin' some folks, go for broke
Cuz some people just ain't good for the soul
But you don't break the chains, instead you decorate them
And you won't embrace change, bullheaded till it's too late n'
Namin' every demon from the bottle straight to Satan
Won't ever forsake them, your journey is a fake one!
As-salamu alaykum and I wish'em the best
Witness'em, saltin' the wounds as they strippin' the flesh!
Pickin' the scabs and they drippin' the mess
Wither to less than the face value, of the vision or quest
Stressed just fishin' the net, lookin' for sympathy left
Fetish for attention, won't let it rest
Nobody wanna heal, they just wanna feel something
Diggin' in the past where the real pain pumpin'
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
Y'all livin' in the wounds that you ain't buried yet
Cuz you can't get better in a bed of regret
Quit pickin' at it, you gotta let it scab
Quit pickin' at it, let the skin grow back!
Yo, what the fuckin' fuck?
Are people even for real tryna heal these days?
Everybody loves to play the victim, I get it
We all got trauma, muthafucka
Quit fleshin' out old wounds every chance you get
Tryna heal up in this bitch
I'm sorry your uncle gave you scabies
Quit pickin' at it!
Written by: Brandon G Traxler
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