Bucciarati

(альбом: Anime, Trauma And Divorce - 2020)

Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Trying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Falling apart, I can't hold it together
All in the art 'cause I won't live forever
I had a direction and split from the thesis
Now I need more fingers to pick up the pieces
Fighting to follow the line in the writing
Fall was exciting
My winter coat has removable linings
Who's gonna bring me good comfort and tidings?
'Cause Santa ain't coming, he wasn't invited
I wasn't expected to need it, was headed a different direction
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, the phoenix
Trying to emerge from these disparate pieces
I'm watching it struggle, watching it juggle
Its feathers was burning a hole in the puzzle
It trapped and it's hooked on the shit that they hustle
Picture was blurring, the drawing is muddled
It's ugh

Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Trying to fill up my bag (Trying to fill my bag) to carry a couple grand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again (Well, well, well, well)
Trying to hold it in
Broken the zip again (Broke the zip again), broken the zip again
Trying to hold it in
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Broken the zip again

Part of me struck an original trauma
Part of me wears an invisible armor
Part of me knows I have all that I need
Part of me hurts when the other succeed
I saw a sign but forgot what it said
Feeding the animals fucks with they head
Smart in the belly, but dumb in the head
Who up on the ledge?
Autumn can't come until Summer is dead
Came for a party, a bummer instead
This isn't happy or art in the park
Part of it's dark, part of it's missing
The artery's pinching and splitting apart
I need a doctor to look at this chart
I need to ask who took me apart
I need more fingers to pick up the pieces
I really don't know where to start

And I have the eyes, but I won't compromise
To get what you want, I never revise
One step at a time is the method I use
One extended hand when I'm feeling the blues
Your eyes are chartreuse and appear to have it all together
I remember hand-me-downs, we was rocking pleather
Sunday service, I was waiting to be hit by the spirit
But it never happened, did it work on children?
As I grew older, void got bigger
Trying to fill the hole with sex, maybe liquor
What's the difference 'tween a saint and a sinner?
Rather isolate myself 'cause I can beg you to differ
Sometimes I can't recognize who's in the mirror
Hoping someone would come and make the image clearer
Escaped the box, now I'm pushing my barriers
So why do I still feel like a moral grey area?

Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Trying to fill up my bag (Trying to fill my bag) to carry a couple grand
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again (Well, well, well, well)
Trying to hold it in
Broken the zip again (Broke the zip again), broken the zip again
Trying to hold it in
Broken the zip again, broken the zip again
Broken the zip again