Bucciarati
(专辑: 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