2:43am
My letters & journal are rifled through
& somehow I know it is by your hand.
I call a useless detective
To find evidence of you.
You show up
& proof is still inconclusive.
We are in the loft of my new house,
But not exactly it,
& for this I will thank my subconscious.
The useless man is still searching
& you wrap arms around me.
For one second my ribs unfurl,
Their wings buzz.
I break you off,
Tell you I'm rid of you.
You Say
"You'll never be done with me."
2:45am
I wake up.
A girl slides into my dms offering
"sweet gifs or the blood of your enemies."
I consider the blood of my enemies.
Won't speak you or write you by hand.
When I mouth you the air becomes poison.
I'm helpless.
I'm speaking of the triangular bayonet,
A weapon designed to leave a hole in the shape of a triangle;
A wound the body doesn't know how to heal.
A Great Nuclear Evil Video (MV)
Performed By: Séamus Isaac Fey
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Collin Mcnern, Roberto Murillo, Séamus Fey, Liam Fitzpatrick
Séamus Isaac Fey - A Great Nuclear Evil Lyrics
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English
2:43am
My letters & journal are rifled through
& somehow I know it is by your hand.
I call a useless detective
To find evidence of you.
You show up
& proof is still inconclusive.
We are in the loft of my new house,
But not exactly it,
& for this I will thank my subconscious.
The useless man is still searching
& you wrap arms around me.
For one second my ribs unfurl,
Their wings buzz.
I break you off,
Tell you I'm rid of you.
You Say
"You'll never be done with me."
2:45am
I wake up.
A girl slides into my dms offering
"sweet gifs or the blood of your enemies."
I consider the blood of my enemies.
Won't speak you or write you by hand.
When I mouth you the air becomes poison.
I'm helpless.
I'm speaking of the triangular bayonet,
A weapon designed to leave a hole in the shape of a triangle;
A wound the body doesn't know how to heal.
My letters & journal are rifled through
& somehow I know it is by your hand.
I call a useless detective
To find evidence of you.
You show up
& proof is still inconclusive.
We are in the loft of my new house,
But not exactly it,
& for this I will thank my subconscious.
The useless man is still searching
& you wrap arms around me.
For one second my ribs unfurl,
Their wings buzz.
I break you off,
Tell you I'm rid of you.
You Say
"You'll never be done with me."
2:45am
I wake up.
A girl slides into my dms offering
"sweet gifs or the blood of your enemies."
I consider the blood of my enemies.
Won't speak you or write you by hand.
When I mouth you the air becomes poison.
I'm helpless.
I'm speaking of the triangular bayonet,
A weapon designed to leave a hole in the shape of a triangle;
A wound the body doesn't know how to heal.
Writer: Collin Mcnern, Roberto Murillo, Séamus Fey, Liam Fitzpatrick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid