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xilla - yosemite (pt.1) lyrics

[chorus: jesus h. macy ]
mothers brothers lovers daughters
let your body drift through the water
free of kings gods and martyrs
let your body float through the water

[verse l: jesus h. macy]
birthday wishes
eskimo kisses
b-tterfly wings made of broken gl-ss
juggle my high hope up top a tightrope
both fingers crossed just hope this last
bury my burdens and all that’s uncertain underneath leaves and the greenest gr-ss
pacing worried always in a hurry
in the fast lane hoping i don’t crash
lost my bearing sanity tearing can’t get a hole on my self control
thoughts still blurring memories swirling
if i leave you will be the last to know
ive gave into hate made great mistakes
contemplate if there’s still any room to grow
runaway far cover my scars
in the hopes that none of my wounds won’t show

[chorus: jesus h. macy ]
mothers brothers lovers daughters
let your body drift through the water
free of kings gods and martyrs
let your body float through the water

[verse ll: teardrxp]
dealt with the pain
thoughts of you engraved
wondering away
how i got this way
i can’t abstain
two planes in the same lane
colliding trains
just memories of bloodstains
sh-t ain’t been the same
telling everybody what i feel and how i think
wasting my time overthinking i can’t seem to escape
just a convoluted disarray
failing at every attempt that i make to try to change
i can’t handle or seem to fathom my fist in the gravel
every meals feels like a poisonous apple
ripping me apart and throwing me to the tide
shot me with a dart and pierced my eyes
i put my trust in a d-mn lie
said you wanna break but, i can’t drive going 95
guess we both gonna die for u wasting my time
my mood is blood red
letters go unread
running on my last thread
waiting on my end
feeling overwhelmed
writing out redrum
your words made me undone
this hope is seldom
a million and one, i really outdone myself
the pains only begun, are you proud of yourself
playing dumb, but my hands cramped up to my head
i’m holding this gun
i’ve given up, so
i succ-mbed and you’ve won
its too much, i’ve had enough
f-ck
tell me, ain’t this fun

[verse lll:.ø.n.i. ]
i’ve been hurt so many times
victim and perpetrator to love crimes
been told lies and sold lies
next thing to come is we both cry
cross my f-ckin heart and hope to die
the pain will only multiply
so when you wonder why i’m so shut off
i’ll thrash and scream at you b-tch for you to f-ck the h-ll off
and we can wipe away the fears and tears and all the blood off
or we can fight and fight until it’s one or both in a coffin
judge softly
cause if you felt the things that i’ve been feeling you’d be mad too
i’m something like an atom bomb in a gl-ss room, from a bad view
like vivid shots with a bad hue
so that they’re black and dark and filled with a bad mood
i’m getting mad, trigger blasting it at you
but that’s not the intention
i’m just venting my aggression
indefinite
i couldn’t say when i’ll be my best
i’ll be better i promise, i just need a second to rest

- xilla lyrics

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