Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
brakence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Findell
Songwriter
Wyatt Otis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
brakence
Producer
Wyatt Otis
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Bloomtodeath)
Tell me, dear lady
How will you navigate an uncertain future
Without the masters of the shadows?
(Exclusive)
I've been trying to breathe
Staying up past five, grinding my teeth
Uh, I've made a couple of beats
Then the whole 'net started capturing me
This shit's so overwhelming
Mix self-expression with self-obsession
Hellbent, but that's something I don't wanna tell them
Fighting for my will like the ring is Elden
Fucking hell, man
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a handmade prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Tainted flesh, it's why the photos cropped
I'm possessed, the way I play my part
Farming hatred like gathering trading cards
Spirit degrading, that's fear-based art
I don't know why I can't sleep
Lurk 'til the birds chirp, sigh and repeat
I hit control, alt, delete
And yet, I can't stop manufacturing heat
It's the rapture or the beast
You can't grasp it in the least
Buyin' acid off the deep web
Blast it all for cheap
It's all my fault baby, I'm just too smart
And for that, I think I need to tear my brain apart, uh
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a handmade prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Tainted flesh, it's why the photos cropped
I'm possessed, the way I play my part
Farming hatred like gathering trading cards
Spirit degrading, that's fear-based art
Shaking, I let it out but I'm faking
How could I be so mistaken
To waste it on fear-based art?
Shaken, the power in me awakened
How could I be so mistaken
To waste it on fear-based art?
I'm guarded, they don't got my back
In my outlet, charging up a heart attack
With my head on a swivel, it give me muscle cramps
And I better not shrivel up, I'm a fucking man
It's so divine to judge
I started walking down that path, beyond the winter months
I started flying to LA, 'cause I get jitterbugs
It drove me crazy, now I'm certain I'm the chosen one, yeah
Take a breath, before my ego pop
Play a set, like I'm a handmade prop
Put the clay in my oven and petrify
Suffer, restrain it, that's fear-based art
Tainted flesh, it's why the photos cropped
I'm possessed, the way I play my part
Farming hatred like gathering trading cards
My lungs are caving
Spent eight weeks tweaking in the basement
Found a problem in her statement
Do I trust her when she say she wanna get acquainted?
She say she wanna be my best friend
But I can't hang around no yes-men
Shovel fake love out the hole that I stepped in
No time, I already lost my adolescence
You think you're better than me?
But offline, you're nowhere to be seen
You think I'm lying when I'm letting you breathe?
Hanging off the pedestal by my crooked teeth
Written by: Randy Findell, Wyatt Goodwin, Wyatt Otis