Whose - Silent Son Lyrics

I had planned on dying today
Felt the shivers in my lower intestines
Knowing that the next hours would be hellish
Rhe knife carving love letters in my urine
I can smell the fumes, and struggle to ignore the burning
I cried little boy tears in the studio
Worried that my card was pulled and it's time to go
Saw the devil in the dark and she waved slow
Slammed the door closed drove home
I don't wanna die this young
I put my health on the back burner for 6 f*cking years
Cause I couldn't afford it, I didn't wanna be a burden
I didn't wan to admit that I couldn't solve a problem
I put the world on my shoulders cause I need too
I take your life in my hands, I crave the validation
It's always more impressive when you pass the finish line
With 2 broken legs and a cracked spine

It doesn't get better, it gets worse, even when it's better
A paradox and I know many
Who share my plot
Might be depressed forever
Romanticize death for pleasure

I've written many words under the silent sun
Since I was young, cursed to fight alone until my time has come
The Bible thumpers living deep inside my mommas skull
Never yelled who I was, I'm the silent son

I had planned on dying today
Recent searches leave worrying impressions
The vpn is a fence
I pay for it yearly so I don't have to think about costs
I'm sorry I didn't reply to your message
I bet my forefathers slit their holy throats in the sand
I know my ancestors were motorboating solomons daughters
Then overdosing on whatever they could get their jewey hands on
A product of the past
I'm not a great person.
I'm a liar, and a thief, and an artist
You can pick which is the worst of the three
The clergy men see the bastard I pen the words to unleash
I feel this numbness from my head to my feet.
I'm suicidal still and it screams hypocritical
I have everything and I still feel off.
If this is my end kick the chair and wish me well
All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell


It doesn't get better, it gets worse, even when it's better
A paradox and I know many
Who share my plot
Might be depressed forever
Romanticize death for pleasure
Whatever man


I've written many words under the silent sun
Since I was young, cursed to fight alone until my time has come
The Bible thumpers living deep inside my mommas skull
Never yelled who I was, I'm the silent son

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell

All dogs go to heaven and all artists go to hell