"Diary of an Arrhythmiac"
Lyrics:
A slow beat, pitter patter of my heart
Uneven raindrops in the sand
Or I could go fast like the boots of a soldier man
Running from a bullet wishing he could hold somebody's hand
So fuck you god's plan
Come smoke some buds, man
Cos this world is sad
And it hurts to wake up to that
Pitter patter of my heart
Hidden mine bombs in my chest
Just an arrhythmiac
But also broken and depressed
Hidden mine bombs in my chest
Could go off at your behest
Don't believe me, come and press
Or don't do me like that
Why do people do that? They do people so bad
This is the diary of an arrhythmiac
Insomniac
Carrying rocks on my back
And if you slept with me, you're a necrophiliac
I'm too dead to pass as normal
But being cold hearted is the norm here
Come, heed to society
Turn off the flame that lights your fire, your gravity
So fuck your god's plan
Come smoke some buds, man
Cos this world is sad
And it hurts to wake up to that
Pitter patter of my heart
And the day I sprout wings on my back
When the pitter patter of my heart becomes a broken clock
And slows down to a stop
I'll let you know
I faked my ego
So don't remember me
Don't remember me (x3)
Because I died slowly and no one was there with me
Don't remember me, please
Let me rest in peace
Remember when you did someone like that?
Pitter patter of their heart
Hope they'll get a better start
So fuck your god's plan
Come smoke some buds, man
Cos this world is sad
And it hurts to wake up to that
Pitter patter of my heart
(Copyright of the lyrics belongs to Dante Tora Rush
The music belongs to youtuber Jurrivh)
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