Mort Vivant - WTF

What the fuck can I do sitting in empty rooms
What the fuck can I do evil shit got me spooked
What the fuck can I do overwhelmed by the gloom
What the fuck can I do now I want to undo
What the fuck can I do no longer want to play
What the fuck can I do just want to get away
What the fuck can I do tempted by what they say
What the fuck can I do angels don't let me play

What the fuck can I do this life don't lead anew
Gut feeling thought that I knew that I'd be breaking through
Hyped im fresh out of school my life was made a new
Life's catechisms are what I must get through
My verses are overdue its time for my debut
Musical curse that I give to you
Straight from my mouth I spew
Grimey beats stuck in your head like gum to a shoe
Lyrics tear your mind to a shred like jujitsu
One night I wake up puking, devil sown inside of me
Admit that I was at first, spook ever slightly
Crisp wind in the air whisper in my ear nominee of bier
Devoted to the craft of his subtleties
But the new power is one not to take lightly
Reminded of that between every diastole
But is fear stemmed from a case of hyperbole
Or is it that absolute power corrupts one, absolutely

What the fuck can I do sitting in empty rooms
What the fuck can I do evil shit got me spooked
What the fuck can I do overwhelmed by the gloom
What the fuck can I do now I want to undo
What the fuck can I do no longer want to play
What the fuck can I do just want to get away
What the fuck can I do tempted by what they say
What the fuck can I do angels don't let me play

Power has consumed me, now I must get away
Feelings that I once had replaced by the color gray
Many nights spent astray money in the ashtray
Spending everyday hoping that I will get away
Mind full of regret and remorse over the deal of evil right from the source
Devil in the details par for the course, soul trapped in my eyes cloudy like a rose quartz
Undermine me, eyes red like a sharingan
Soul sold on the internet and given to an evil man
Sent a blood letter of love, awarded for my sin
Received a bible of tabs and two angelic beings
I wanted the power but not 3, I had my reasons
Angels don't let me pray, until my prey is screaming
One on each shoulders telling me the different meanings
Wishing I wasn't greeting these feelings but now I know i'm never leaving

Written by:
Mort Vivant

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