Macabre by KYU ~ (fka tokio) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Stare in mirrors and see a macabre
The liquor drops could barely crop the thoughts in which I'm caught up
Switch to mop and swap the sounds and drop a atom bomb of all the thoughts and cause from pause in clauses, 'leakin' all my problems like a broken faucet
Harkin every spirit, let 'em visit, ain't no pardon
Hardened fist against the walls, my mental falls, my call's departed
I'm a shard of guarded balance, calloused, fighting off the malice
Turn my dungeon to a palace with the paintings of my talents, I
Never felt in place, abstracted face within my mates
Who can relate when all you taste is blood and grime and your estate
Is flooded by the crimes and yellow lines, I find that in my pace
I'm comfortable with operable beats that meet my mind, making space
{Hook]
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
[Verse 2]
Keep on asking me "why ain't you happy?"
Laughing, I'm responding, "shit, I wish I knew and probably, if we switch mentals and you felt the nettles constantly pick at you, you wouldn't carry beaucoup questions and you'd come to witness a mad man"
Best friends to has beens
A promise to trash cans
Monsoon will come soon and rush through and my hands will rapidly scramble and group the rambles and stoop to the mantle and handle the bullshit I'm tangled in
Ain't no labeling
Music that I've created and still have the potency to keep motherfuckers heads dangling over the lines I've spit, I'm split between a living Ableton and word Smith who's able on mixing all types of flavoring, in the deep mist
I'm hidden, embedded with all my writtens and ridden of all distractions, in fractions come stastifaction so interactions are staying low
Put overtime on the soul
Overthinking the flows
Whilst facing and toe to toe
With demons within my snow
[Hook]
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
Stare in mirrors and see a macabre
The liquor drops could barely crop the thoughts in which I'm caught up
Switch to mop and swap the sounds and drop a atom bomb of all the thoughts and cause from pause in clauses, 'leakin' all my problems like a broken faucet
Harkin every spirit, let 'em visit, ain't no pardon
Hardened fist against the walls, my mental falls, my call's departed
I'm a shard of guarded balance, calloused, fighting off the malice
Turn my dungeon to a palace with the paintings of my talents, I
Never felt in place, abstracted face within my mates
Who can relate when all you taste is blood and grime and your estate
Is flooded by the crimes and yellow lines, I find that in my pace
I'm comfortable with operable beats that meet my mind, making space
{Hook]
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
[Verse 2]
Keep on asking me "why ain't you happy?"
Laughing, I'm responding, "shit, I wish I knew and probably, if we switch mentals and you felt the nettles constantly pick at you, you wouldn't carry beaucoup questions and you'd come to witness a mad man"
Best friends to has beens
A promise to trash cans
Monsoon will come soon and rush through and my hands will rapidly scramble and group the rambles and stoop to the mantle and handle the bullshit I'm tangled in
Ain't no labeling
Music that I've created and still have the potency to keep motherfuckers heads dangling over the lines I've spit, I'm split between a living Ableton and word Smith who's able on mixing all types of flavoring, in the deep mist
I'm hidden, embedded with all my writtens and ridden of all distractions, in fractions come stastifaction so interactions are staying low
Put overtime on the soul
Overthinking the flows
Whilst facing and toe to toe
With demons within my snow
[Hook]
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more
Everyday, I seem to fight more
Everyday, I seem to take more
Everyday, I seem to press more
Keep in bay, so I smile more