PROPHETSANTHEM lyrics

[HXNRY]

Sleep tight [x16]

I-I-I-I got no love for you ingrates, all of you mistakes
Posting your problems, like boy, you look b*tch-made
I'm taking my meds just to feel like I'm nothing
Societies dead and we're given em crutches
I need a concussion, I'm missing your touches
My heart rate is rushing, I can't stop this cutting
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper

I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a f*cking revolver
I'm pushing down feelings and kissing up on her
My stomach is turning, The sanities burning, stability's hurting
Depression is lurking, I'm closing the curtains
Impulsive choices are f*cking up my life, leap off the high rise
I wanna sky dive, killing that pus*y, I'm takin her nine livеs

HXNRY the prophet, I'm Optimus Prime, I been babbling
Talking autonomous, walking anonymous, hit likе Muhammad
I'm shaking your shakras, put that in the dirt and I love riots
Baby come try, I been killing gods with this acid diet
Watch you're homies dying, man I'm so excited
I been making victims, sipping psilocybin, leave their bodies drying
When the prophets talking you can't keep him quiet
[Kill Dyll]

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, I slit through your f*cking brain [x3]

Sick and tired of your f*cking lies
Put a bullet through your motherf*cking head
Say goodnight, feed him cyanide
Watch him gasp for breath, bleed him of his life
I'm a pessimist [?] break his skull [?]
Driving fast 'til we're f*cking dead
I'm so sick of living cause there's nothing left

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, I slit through your f*cking-

[HXNRY]

Given em crutches, I need a concussion
I'm missing your touches, my heart rate is rushing
I can't stop this cutting
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper
I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a f*cking revolver, I'm-