Letra de Nightsift
Burn out ideas, repetition is key to madness, abduction Four puffs makes me a cartoon An expressionlessistic surveilled artist, okay There's no human pain in my voice, it's something else's What if she's just a conversation I am having with myself?Put me on a pedestal, I'm wasted You can be so creative with refuse Only fame can make someone a has-been She sleeps with her fans 'cause they are faceless Oh, knowing someone's name makes it feel sleazy Being seen is actual self-mutilationSon of cemetery shopping wives only titter at Rare mouth cuisine of single fake eye The triplets of migraines bathe in menstruation Pools, towels stay white, wow, it's magicSword play gives girls periods, I'm joking The anti-form pervert bites his pillow His stomach orgasms in black plasma 'Cause the stalker knows no nuancePut me on a pedestal, I'm wasted We can be so creative with refuse Only fame can make someone a failure She sleeps with her fans 'cause they are echoes Refractions of raw sketches of pleasure Being seen is actual self-mutilationNow he bites his weapon to do self-care publicly It's suction time being the fuck of the funeral Compete for my love, be so dumb, be so sweet She's my only exalted oneChristina