jesteR Lyrics by brakence
I’m still here
How many faces copies the sacrist?
I’m going places, I couldn’t make this up (I’m at my limit, uh)
(But I’m scared the time will fly) Yeah
Now, quench your cravings, pick out your favorite
Coffin in Vegas, you say the word and it’s done (I’m at the limit, uh)
Yeah, it is all, fuck, uh, uh (But I’m scared the time will fly)
I’ve seen some evil far beyond my comprehension
Spinnin’ the wheel, I see him sewin’ up dimensions
Peddling this bitterness, he’s corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Tricks keepin’ ’em entertained and you get needy to catch a break
And when he’s done, you won’t remember your middle name
You think it’s funny ’til he pulls your leg
Got a band-aid on you, so please don’t run (I’m just so timid, uh)
(But I’m scared they’re talkin’ about) You know that
The bodies hijack, you’re setting your own trap
You’ve been passed the baton, he’s only pushing them apart out in the sun (I’m just so timid, uh)
By design, uh, uh (But I’m scared they’re talkin’ about)
No point in explaining what’s beyond your comprehension
Caught a glimpse, now you’re convinced your life’s not worth a mention
The roles that you play, watch how you juggle all that shit
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Bells and whistles that split your hair
Chew you up and spit you out the barrel on me
The smoke so thick, it takes your parents out the fair
So as you start to crawl out of your mother’s arms into the entropy
Dig for the roots beneath your witherin’ focus and be the omen
And cherish the weight that you carry ’round
It’s up for the takin’, lose and you’re nameless
Stick to those aces, how could I make this up?
I’ve seen some evil far beyond my comprehension
Spinnin’ the wheel, I see him sewin’ up dimensions
Peddling this bitterness, he’s corrupting the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Tricks keepin’ ’em entertained and you get needy to catch a break
And when he’s done, you won’t remember your middle— uh
He’s corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
Corruptin’ the kids, corruptin’ the kids
But from the question, how much?
