VersionZorak - Omern Blues

I hate being cryptic I'm just not good at it
The fingerprints that I left they never rot away
The spread of anything, like so fucking serious
To fuck around, modify it glow it like it's sirius
Larger sign to get a signal that makes people furious
Saw them taking coordinates to every foot you step in
Message the tones of them, feel a deep breath in
The pupils of the other thoughts target as they chase through
Shit dude, fuck this is corny, I can't expand too
So any help that calls in with phrases that fears standing truths
Not a comprehension understood refusal of your proofs
Not working on service money, counting lots of blood too
Organizing data with a bit of shit that makes you fear
Play around with every skin and attach every danger
Get lost on a pseudo radar trap that they blew
Prepare for your ears to the tune of the omern blues
And I, I don't wanna be behind
For all of those who just tried (I hope find they don't find me)
And I, I don't think I want to die
And I don't think I will die (I hope find they don't find me)
And I, I don't wanna be behind
For all of those who just tried (I hope find they don't find me)
And I, I don't think I want to die
And I don't think I will die (I hope find they don't find me)
Don't wish for it, don't get tracked, do get attacked
What is that red dot on your map, Oh that's the time to get slapped
I don't know you, where you from?
Don't you fucking tell, acting like a secret agent that is tough
Even though a punch is enough, but where the hell do you get a touch?
The sign you walking behind the rust
What's the meaning of trust?
That's the one to give up
A stab that stings than a pluck
Nothing much how fucking nice you is, without a rig to give
On a home looking for the weapon that you use to give out the fur bleed
All the plans to spit out within minutes to anger the Twitter feed
Nothing but art and murders IP addresses that fuckers need
What the fuck is with the fake positivity that brainwash no seens
All leans, all fiends, all fucking hella fiends
Coming from a color that you stare code evil
I'm being sighted from above rear below all of what
Hear a bang on my door, they caught it on the blue

Written by:
Leirox Bonneau, Miguel Spindola

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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