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HORRORSHOW : Celapram lyrics

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HORRORSHOW lyrics : "Celapram"

One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever,
So tired of seeing what's wrong with life,
As much as I wish that I got along better with these people.


I've heard it written, that ever y flower withers,
So I carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions.

Sometimes it's a given, sometimes it's not,
And we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot.
And all I see on my CD shelves are the pieces of me that probably need help,

Like I don't eat good, so I've always got the hunger pains,
Rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that I'm underweight.
I bust a phrase to escape cause I'm feeling stuck for days,

Nothing changes but the mother $#&@ing date.
It's such a shame, see the structure crumble and fade,
Until you're left with nothing but some dust on the plate.

Life gets ugly, writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley,
A cold and broken Hallelujah for this crash test dummy.
I can accept in the past I've been the first to cry,

Now I'm hoping I'll be the last to laugh.
In this paradox of non- existence,
Where the oxygen we breathe to live corrodes our bodies and kills us,

If I could hold my breath for eternity, then I'd live forever but never deliver these words I speak.
I can't do this anymore Mum,
Sick of the baggage under my eyes, the vanity of my forearms,

I hate my body, it's just a shell for my soul,
And my songs will live on long after my bell has been tolled.
And would you even cry, could you move on with your life,

Or would you need to know the reason why?
I'm feeling grand and poetic,
Might take the Kurt Cobain route, and blow my $#&@ing brains out.

There, I said it.
Sometimes I need to talk to someone, I'm just not sure who,
That feeling of the morning after, the locked-jaw blues,

And I can't write about the breakup, been numb for too long,
Everyday is like a break down, I can't seem to move on.
So what I crack a few smiles, it's all futile.

The grey space, hip-hop, beyond blue star.
Waiting for the beat to stop in this game of musical chairs,
I'm just a kid tryna make something beautiful.


One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever,
So tired of seeing what's wrong with life,

And as much as I wish that I got along better with these people,
Don't you think that there's a reason why?
One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever,

So tired of seeing what's wrong with life,
And as much as I wish that I got along better with these people,
Don't you think that there's a reason why?


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