Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keaton Egizi
Keaton Egizi
Songwriter
Reese Garcia
Reese Garcia
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
And you can have it all
My empire of dirt
And I can write in song all of the ways that it hurts
And if I ramble on long enough for this to be heard
I only hope that someone feels me and will hang on these words
Head first from a fifth floor balcony
Embers from a freestyled alchemy
Glass bottle filled up with gasoline
Thrown hard at a wall full of class traitors
Target spray painted on the back of me
No more than expressing my beliefs
State calls me enemy
But if I wear it proudly, then it's bad behavior
Every day flies by like the last did
I just hold my breath like the last hit
Always sad, never seem to get past it
That's just how I discovered my passion
Never planned on giving up
Giving in
Everybody wanna see me fail
Never let them win
Everybody wanna hear the tale
Never let them live
Anybody got a fuck to spare?
Never gonna give
I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
And you can burn it all down
My tower of sin
The blood is poison
I don't even know where to begin
It's always grin or frown whenever I sever the skin
I switch my cadence up and try to abide by the hymns
God forbid I change my mind
There is no God
There is no time
The risk I take is mine alone
I wish that I could just go home
I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
I can feel your frozen hands wrapped around my broken neck
Written by: Keaton Egizi, Reese Garcia
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