.bleed_out_beside_uuu.v.111 by KYU ~ (fka tokio) Lyrics
Having troubles when I breath
Acid climbing everytime I eat
Falling out, unconscious, only time I get my sleep
It's been harder than it seems for me to only come to speak
Shit, I wonder what's the feeling like of breathing normally
Or going out without me feeling nauseous
Always with a feel of doubt, I'm moving cautious
Throughout all these faces, phased by the unconscious
Seeming out as weak, it's bleak and / or monotonous
Somewhat frequent in this livin', ay
I don't clasp my hands onto the seven
I've been working out, the timing shrouds between the fucking difference of this constant inhibition and ambitions quickly ripping through the rippling of my thoughts, I'm shortly brought out of my head, this
Shit just bundles up until sheets (are)
Messed up by this ink, I come think (art)
Mixed up, both my sink and my drink, (heart)
Split up, by a ring and their dreams (marked)
Scenes, no patching up
Love, no adding up
Leave me to be, come to see I'm passing up
Everybody who ain't come up with me
There was, no one near 'til I reached
That fi - mark, I'm no part of their scene
Bitch, even I can't 'dentify me
So, I'm no name, no face when facing
Myself infront the mirror, I see
Fragments, packed in and static and tad bit of mental
Passin' these panics of both the masses and massive amount of happens who tragic, I'm feeling trapped in this corner, overly padded
For safety whenever spazzin', my tactics are just of habit
I'm cashing up with my fashion, but ashing along the belt
'Cause I'm preaching what I come practice, my passion was formed, and well
I have walked along, off the fastened, and passed in on from my Hell
I just hope that once I come crack it, I'm laying with you as well
And
Beside you
Bleed out and end up
Beside you
Acid climbing everytime I eat
Falling out, unconscious, only time I get my sleep
It's been harder than it seems for me to only come to speak
Shit, I wonder what's the feeling like of breathing normally
Or going out without me feeling nauseous
Always with a feel of doubt, I'm moving cautious
Throughout all these faces, phased by the unconscious
Seeming out as weak, it's bleak and / or monotonous
Somewhat frequent in this livin', ay
I don't clasp my hands onto the seven
I've been working out, the timing shrouds between the fucking difference of this constant inhibition and ambitions quickly ripping through the rippling of my thoughts, I'm shortly brought out of my head, this
Shit just bundles up until sheets (are)
Messed up by this ink, I come think (art)
Mixed up, both my sink and my drink, (heart)
Split up, by a ring and their dreams (marked)
Scenes, no patching up
Love, no adding up
Leave me to be, come to see I'm passing up
Everybody who ain't come up with me
There was, no one near 'til I reached
That fi - mark, I'm no part of their scene
Bitch, even I can't 'dentify me
So, I'm no name, no face when facing
Myself infront the mirror, I see
Fragments, packed in and static and tad bit of mental
Passin' these panics of both the masses and massive amount of happens who tragic, I'm feeling trapped in this corner, overly padded
For safety whenever spazzin', my tactics are just of habit
I'm cashing up with my fashion, but ashing along the belt
'Cause I'm preaching what I come practice, my passion was formed, and well
I have walked along, off the fastened, and passed in on from my Hell
I just hope that once I come crack it, I'm laying with you as well
And
Beside you
Bleed out and end up
Beside you