Syphon

Violence I see violence As my choice of progress and ask why You can't shut the f*ck up You syphon The life right out of me I'm all out of reactions and locked down You breathing cigarettes Must I fight my way out? Oh, you have told me a million of times I know all of your punchlines Oh, you have told me a million of times And my role has no lines Boast in nostalgia You wanna paint me a ghost Dressed up in your prime You wanna paint me a ghost You syphon The life right out of me I'm all out of reactions and flinch at your mono narratives I taste blood Oh, you have told me a million of times I know all of your punchlines Oh, you have told me a million of times And my role has no lines these monologues are dialogues only to you only to you Give me sleep Or give me death Give me sleep Or give me death