Running out empty
Hear about 2020 coming down on us fast
Another year won't last I still see the past
Surely won't awake where this session ends
Spinning smiles fake it all just depends
My mind can't take the treadmill my feet ache from the downhill
Sick of doubting sick of leaning all the way f*cking backing
Screaming I'm receding finish off a fresh pack
Still I doubt the use of attack
Choking out my words better hack up myself
Like the mirror with the cracks that I can't throw out because the mutilation facts
Help me see a broken face
The granddaddy clock that you cannot replace says
Bless ole paddy working hoc for a taste
And nah he ain't happy but he struggles at a pace
This is the ending this the waste
Think of the time that you've misplaced
The ultimate crime done time served and been this has remained the mourning routine
Having awkward words with myself
Shit I don't want in my head
Moving towards admitting mental health
Cos it means to me dearly what the olders said
About hope and not giving in
But I've been downwardly circling the mornings are getting colder
And viral all of the while that I'm still spiralling
I can't wait for the weight to be lifted and
The click bait sounded great but I should have been
A head above the water that I'm treading in
But the blue hands are so f*cking troubling I'm diving and never recovering
No flame is eternal beyond the help of no mothering
No more rushing
Only crushing
Any pace that I pick you will agree to
Dream of touching the royal flushing
Deep within the pit I got your soul and it's blushing
Back of the neck
Collar and chest
Make life a bitch on her back and begging to the crest
Be her best press in her lips crack all her ribs
Pull on the ribbons and bring me Adam because the flesh needs reworking in
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Running out empty
Hear about 2020 coming down on us fast
Another year won't last I still see the past
Surely won't awake where this session ends
Spinning smiles fake it all just depends
My mind can't take the treadmill my feet ache from the downhill
Sick of doubting sick of leaning all the way f*cking backing
Screaming I'm receding finish off a fresh pack
Still I doubt the use of attack
Choking out my words better hack up myself
Like the mirror with the cracks that I can't throw out because the mutilation facts
Help me see a broken face
The granddaddy clock that you cannot replace says
Bless ole paddy working hoc for a taste
And nah he ain't happy but he struggles at a pace
This is the ending this the waste
Think of the time that you've misplaced
The ultimate crime done time served and been this has remained the mourning routine
Having awkward words with myself
Shit I don't want in my head
Moving towards admitting mental health
Cos it means to me dearly what the olders said
About hope and not giving in
But I've been downwardly circling the mornings are getting colder
And viral all of the while that I'm still spiralling
I can't wait for the weight to be lifted and
The click bait sounded great but I should have been
A head above the water that I'm treading in
But the blue hands are so f*cking troubling I'm diving and never recovering
No flame is eternal beyond the help of no mothering
No more rushing
Only crushing
Any pace that I pick you will agree to
Dream of touching the royal flushing
Deep within the pit I got your soul and it's blushing
Back of the neck
Collar and chest
Make life a bitch on her back and begging to the crest
Be her best press in her lips crack all her ribs
Pull on the ribbons and bring me Adam because the flesh needs reworking in
Hear about 2020 coming down on us fast
Another year won't last I still see the past
Surely won't awake where this session ends
Spinning smiles fake it all just depends
My mind can't take the treadmill my feet ache from the downhill
Sick of doubting sick of leaning all the way f*cking backing
Screaming I'm receding finish off a fresh pack
Still I doubt the use of attack
Choking out my words better hack up myself
Like the mirror with the cracks that I can't throw out because the mutilation facts
Help me see a broken face
The granddaddy clock that you cannot replace says
Bless ole paddy working hoc for a taste
And nah he ain't happy but he struggles at a pace
This is the ending this the waste
Think of the time that you've misplaced
The ultimate crime done time served and been this has remained the mourning routine
Having awkward words with myself
Shit I don't want in my head
Moving towards admitting mental health
Cos it means to me dearly what the olders said
About hope and not giving in
But I've been downwardly circling the mornings are getting colder
And viral all of the while that I'm still spiralling
I can't wait for the weight to be lifted and
The click bait sounded great but I should have been
A head above the water that I'm treading in
But the blue hands are so f*cking troubling I'm diving and never recovering
No flame is eternal beyond the help of no mothering
No more rushing
Only crushing
Any pace that I pick you will agree to
Dream of touching the royal flushing
Deep within the pit I got your soul and it's blushing
Back of the neck
Collar and chest
Make life a bitch on her back and begging to the crest
Be her best press in her lips crack all her ribs
Pull on the ribbons and bring me Adam because the flesh needs reworking in
Writer: Connor Cristie-Keane
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