Raz
Bluelighter
So much black rot surprises me
The green is usually so much more apparent.
But here I am hating so much
And I have to wonder how I'm not the first one,
Because this sure feels unprecedented.
Words are meant to be my ally,
They always have been.
Instead they're my weapons
And I use them against you like I was skinning you slowly,
Killing you softly with my song.
There's romance when I say it like that,
More to it all than just being fucked up.
More to it than wanting the violence that comes with being spurned,
More than wanting to fit in your world for a change,
Because at some point I realise that's all a fantasy.
At some point I remember,
I'm no more than what I am.
At some point I remember
How my words can cut deeper than a knife,
How they can cut anybody but myself.
The knife is there for anything else.
The knife and the bottle.
The knife and the bottle.
...The knife and the bottle...
The green is usually so much more apparent.
But here I am hating so much
And I have to wonder how I'm not the first one,
Because this sure feels unprecedented.
Words are meant to be my ally,
They always have been.
Instead they're my weapons
And I use them against you like I was skinning you slowly,
Killing you softly with my song.
There's romance when I say it like that,
More to it all than just being fucked up.
More to it than wanting the violence that comes with being spurned,
More than wanting to fit in your world for a change,
Because at some point I realise that's all a fantasy.
At some point I remember,
I'm no more than what I am.
At some point I remember
How my words can cut deeper than a knife,
How they can cut anybody but myself.
The knife is there for anything else.
The knife and the bottle.
The knife and the bottle.
...The knife and the bottle...

