Feel just like a stain on the carpet, I wouldn't be out of place
If I were something I wasn't, I probably could be replaced
I'd watch the TV intently until it burned off my face
And now I copy the static that only wants to escape
Burn-out like a formula driver who always gets 2nd place
I fell asleep on the mattress and woke up without a face
The sky has opened her stomach and drooled all over the floor
The horsemen watch us with daggers, they hide inside open swords
I can not find the words to destroy it, so I won't rip it apart
I'll turn myself into ribbon and tie a bow around my heart
And now I pray to an altar, an altar lacking a God
How do I claim my existence, one with an accursed bond?
Acting like I know what I wanted, but now I'm up on the floor
I'm floating without the help of a magic wand or a sword
I'm learning how to become it and how to give into fate
There's something growing inside me and I feel like its too l-l-l-late
3-303-b-bugworld I want a moustache damn it!
303bugworld, feeling like a has-been
Pull to the party with a motherfucking magnet
Wish I was small enough to live under your carpet
Wish I was something else, wishing I was nothing
I don't know how to end the motherfucking album
Missed the drop date, now I'm feeling like a phantom
Stare inside the back of my Volvo's dumb [?] shit
Maybe one day I'll learn how to use my drumkit
Til I come back, just wanna say what's up
Hope you're doing well, and hope this means something to someone anywhere
Some way, somehow just know I care
One day I'll come back in the form of farm strips
And I'll maybe I'll return again in the form of kudzu
Live my life a second time, in the form of some plants and vines
If I were something I wasn't, I probably could be replaced
I'd watch the TV intently until it burned off my face
And now I copy the static that only wants to escape
Burn-out like a formula driver who always gets 2nd place
I fell asleep on the mattress and woke up without a face
The sky has opened her stomach and drooled all over the floor
The horsemen watch us with daggers, they hide inside open swords
I can not find the words to destroy it, so I won't rip it apart
I'll turn myself into ribbon and tie a bow around my heart
And now I pray to an altar, an altar lacking a God
How do I claim my existence, one with an accursed bond?
Acting like I know what I wanted, but now I'm up on the floor
I'm floating without the help of a magic wand or a sword
I'm learning how to become it and how to give into fate
There's something growing inside me and I feel like its too l-l-l-late
3-303-b-bugworld I want a moustache damn it!
303bugworld, feeling like a has-been
Pull to the party with a motherfucking magnet
Wish I was small enough to live under your carpet
Wish I was something else, wishing I was nothing
I don't know how to end the motherfucking album
Missed the drop date, now I'm feeling like a phantom
Stare inside the back of my Volvo's dumb [?] shit
Maybe one day I'll learn how to use my drumkit
Til I come back, just wanna say what's up
Hope you're doing well, and hope this means something to someone anywhere
Some way, somehow just know I care
One day I'll come back in the form of farm strips
And I'll maybe I'll return again in the form of kudzu
Live my life a second time, in the form of some plants and vines
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