Boredewil - Dry & Cut

My ears are bleeding
From lack of sound
I can't start breathing
Because too loud
My mouth is really
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry, dry and cut
Check the images, make sure I'm invisible
Am I in the focus, do i look too typical
Check the entrances, make sure I'm vulnerable
Am I in the clear, do I look killer, serial
Check the witnesses, can they prove their talks visual
Are you in the zone, can you create a miracle
Check my pulse, I don't think I feel too well
Check my pulse it's going up thousands and
I think I need a quick break
With no bones left
I think I made a mistake
I think I've sealed my fate
Once again
I'm not asking for ways, no
Outdid my flames
Once again
I'm back to feeling faked
I think i need a quick break
I've been talking too much
Been forgetting my pace
My ears are bleeding
From lack of sound
I can't start breathing
Because too loud
My mouth is really
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry- dry and cut
My ears are bleeding
From lack of sound
I can't start breathing
Because too loud
My mouth is really
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry- dry and cut
Do you feel it melting,
In New York or Japan by my helping
I feel like pretending
I'm up by the sea with a nice drink
I'm done metal welding
I'm tough as nails, robot masking
I'm going, never ending
I keep walking, I know I will tank it
I got the part, I will get the show
I made my moves, now it's time to let go
I can't believe you're thinking so slow
I know my plan, where my future will go
I don't need no explanations
I'm not here for exploration
If you need a consultation (oh my god)
Find someone else, I'm not working dayshifts (god)
My ears are bleeding
From lack of sound
I can't start breathing
Because too loud
My mouth is really
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry, dry and cut
Made a feature
Took your preaches
Made my way
I tore my sneakers
You live, you eaters
I make procedures
I fake my feelings
I'm dry and cut no speeches
My ears are bleeding
From lack of sound
I can't start breathing
Because too loud
My mouth is really
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry, dry and cut

Written by:
Mantas Šiudeikis

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