Satveda - The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions

It's not my intention to be the bad guy
But where my foot strikes at once it becomes a landslide
Leave it up to me to fuck it up, but no this ain't right
I got some unfinished business to attend to tonight
It's not my intention to be the bad guy
But where my foot strikes at once it becomes a landslide
Leave it up to me to fuck it up, but no this ain't right
I got some unfinished business to attend to tonight

Burning cold
I'm a rogue nomad with no home
Think you know but you don't
That's reserved for me alone
I've lost faith in hope
My method to cope is to fuck and smoke
Drink until I hit the sofa
Pocket the roach or pack it in the bowl
You know I got another rolled
I keep a dutch up in my coat
Blunt guts on the floor
Kicking down the door
Tie your limbs to four horses now a quartered corpse is left to decorate the forest
Let it be your morgue
May you be no more
Bitch I'm not playing no more
I'm fucking morbid with no hint of remorse in me anymore and no I don't wan't your support
Don't you hit my phone up
Bitch just leave me alone

I don't wanna wake up just to have my yesterday be stuck on repeat
Uh, keep it discreet
Aye, turning up the heat
Hot to the touch, when it rains I'm steaming
Ever dry I'm fiending
What have I become? bitch I'm not even breathing
Sometimes I'm feeling like a lost cause
Shit, am I even healing?
Remember your reason
It's the only thing that gets you through the cold season
Find your own meaning, even if the world around don't see it
If you don't know seek it
Don't let it go keep it held close and be it
Doubt come and goes I'm unimpeded

Written by:
Tyler Taranto

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