Haste by Textbook Fuck-Ups Lyrics

(Written by Owen)

Verse 1: (Zach)
I chase that feeling of cigarettes and sex
Choking pills down necks, whats next?
Cyanide swirling in the chest, struggling for breaths
Copy and paste, dressed in bad taste
Leaving in mad haste, bodies in the truck
White boy nobody gives a fuck, only possible way is chance and luck
Cancer cunt, cells decaying with each word
Worth a noun and a verb, taste of secret herb, half hearted world
Things that go bump in the night, like daggers yelled in spite
Falcon gracefully soaring in flight, extravagant personality with a mentality based
In fatality tempered in personal brutality, hate is a state of mind
Mind your mind state, wipe the slate clean, theme of a dream team
Keen and lean, skin and bones, blue shirt with bloodstained tones
Broken phones owned by millions on millions of clones
Romans behind shields, pain in the yields, dead bodies in the fields
Field of vision tainted by decision, envision the precision





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