Danakil Depression
Lyrics
There are rips in my suit from all of the abuse
Every stitch undone and soaked in blood, just burn after use
I'd find a better wardrobe but I'm tired of the lack of space
I'd rather die nude than misconstrued as one who can't pick a face
I'm an acrobat spinning to confuse the audience
Plummeting in hopes the ropes will loosen at the ends
I light the ring of fire with no intent to clear the space
Crash and burn until it's my turn to try and save some face
Rinse repeat recycle until the bullet finally finds a place
To tuck away and rearrange the contents of my brain
Salt inside a wound that never seems to quite heal right
Manifest some stitches but I forget to pull them tight
Anchored to an anguish that locks itself away at night
Clawing at the walls that hold the door behind my eyes
I'm selfish and I'm helpless and all I want is sympathy
But what I need is dopamine and some serendipity
I'm drowning anyway can I at least just breathe some liquor in
Numbing agent shaped in drops of ice and lime perched in gin
An awning filled with cracks that only fakes a form protecting me
This empty room will fill with doom and pressure to infect my sleep
Golden heart eroded at a date and time from early on
Marked for death with shallow breaths attempt to sing assuring songs
A captain of a ship that will rarely ever leave the shore
Terrified to sail and find exactly what I'm looking for
An ocean with a throat that's made to swallow motivated souls
Nullify endeavors to patch the holes inside the hull
Empty out my insides and clean the parts I need to keep
Whatever made the wires rot and disconnect will ruin sleep
I'd shrink myself so I can rest between the spaces in the sand
Holding on to keep you happy is putting blisters on my hands
Writer(s): Zakkary Moreno
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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