Alex

Neon Gods of procalcitonin Release me from this demon that I'm knowing I know myself, I am myself And I am controlling I fall apart when life don't go my way I feel it in my blood My alienation from life Makes me ripe to start a fire Press my chest against the glass In this simulated liar Wearing crowns of human eyes I'm not biased in the slightest I'm just tryna live my life Cut a knife through the outside of my thigh Throw down muscle in the mix Man I'm tired of the hustle When the hustle don't get you shit I feel it in my blood My alienation from life Makes me ripe to start a fire Press my chest against the glass In this simulated liar Wearing crowns of human eyes I'm not biased in the slightest Just tryna live my life And as the heavens open to me It's known as pure sonic violence I don't want to be alone But I'm addicted to the silence I don't have the balls to do music So I'll just stick to science I don't know how to write a chorus But I'll do it in pure defiance Yeah, I vomit on the seasons To ride the wave of existence Autumn is my daughter And I am Rick Stevens Absorbing the storm through the ceiling You turn to liquid on my chest (Are you feelin' it now, Mr Krabs) I am not succeeding If I am not the best I feel it in my blood My alienation from life Makes me ripe to start a fire Press my chest against the glass In this simulated liar Wearing crowns of human eyes I'm not biased in the slightest Just tryna live my life