Oliver Vegas - Ego Death

I swear this fucking feeling's too familiar
Nostalgic parallels plot on my mind I call it linear
Anxiety turns into anger that's what's killing her
My mind is an enigma, so I guess that makes me Riddler
Go ahead and kick the dirt
I fit the words that tickle her
I'm way too indecisive so I flip the bird and whisper words at the top of my lungs
It's at the tip of my tongue
I'm at a cliff with the sun
Your words will never hurt me hun let's try the clip of my gun
Because these new cuts from last night ain't making up for no past fights
So, I pick up the graphite and scribble away at my past life
My fingers decay tryna cast light
This lighthouse is spinning my head up in circles I guess I can settle for flashlights
I think I just been so fucking oblivious
Why am I such an asshole then play it off like an idiot
Fuck
I think my art is seeming fuckin illiterate
The bitterness of my vision covers up it being hideous
I swear this fucking feeling's too familiar
Nostalgic parallels plot on my mind I call it linear
Anxiety turns into anger that's what's killing her
My mind is an enigma, so I guess that makes me Riddler
I've seen insanity so I guess you can say it set the bar like drugs that give fantasies delivered by Pablo Escobar
I'm set apart by a better heart and a heartless artist
I wanna watch the world burn but I guess I gotta start with arson
Pardon me
My harmony has disregarded me
I didn't know I'd come off as a Martian showing this fucking part of me
Ironically I'm starving up in a garden
Of secrets swept under carpets
And pencils sharpened for targets
By that I mean my literature is my death note
I'm prisoner to her bed post
A visitor with a trench coat just popped up at my door
A lot of blood on my floor
Pouring said he want more
I drained myself into a corpse and he still said he was bored
So, let's settle the score
Since you bled me to my core, I'll just bring peace to this war
So, I guess they lived happily ever after
It actually never mattered
I'm settled by gentle laughter
I swear this fucking feeling's too familiar
Nostalgic parallels plot on my mind I call it linear
Anxiety turns into anger that's what's killing her
My mind is an enigma, so I guess that makes me Riddler

Written by:
Oliver Vegas

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