Scribbles

(альбом: Destroyer - 2020)

When you left me I was broken down (Broken down)
In the ground (In the ground), [?] ([?])

I hear scribbles in the back of my mind that sound like a pencil, they tell me what to get into
[?] finding peace by unloading one in the temple
I cry myself to sleep at the thought of losing my loved ones
To fentanyl prescriptions and benzos preserving the death toll
I hear your voice inside my head reverbing, the echo
We hold on to these earthly things, they too hard to let go, I miss you
I would never call you a statistic, that type of shit just make me go ballistic
If death is just a number then go tell that to the people that you live with
We could feel your energy existing from a distance
Sense your presence, a mystic
It makes me optimistic
Think I believe in god but not the one that's just for Christians
What type of world we living in? A type of world where some require fitting in
I can't admire that position but acknowledge it exists
And I don't know if I'll grow tired of my life, I plead the fifth
Losing balance on the wire, if I trip then I won't make it
I had a chance, I had to take it, others don't
And that's the problem that we facing in this nation
[?] through newer laws and declarations
We screaming louder, stating things with exclamations
How many times we had this country take our patience and our payments?
They made us patients
The flag is just for decoration
To cover up for all the racists, rapists, hatred
Tyranny and bloodshed we spread in all places
Catching politicians fucking all ages
Every history book is lies on all pages
Teaching you something they control from all angles, it's dangerous, uh
Let's say a prayer for the victims that remain nameless
And all the people that being saying what I said for ages