Vanilla Paste (Single 2021)

Текст песни Chelsea Grin feat Fire from the Gods, Chelsea Grin,Tallah, Guerrilla Warfare - Vanilla Paste (Single 2021)

I said I'm never living like this
Here we go, heat the knife
Maybe end up dead

Notice, everyone's a little red
Could it be? Could it be?
Could it be that you

Faked it just to push a narrative?
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I'm about to play God
I've made a lot of enemies, and I want their heads

Eat up
Oh, here comes another fullcourse meal (Eat up)
You'll be fine

Eat it up

Playin' God, Imma' act a heathen
The bastard child and the non believer
Ain't gonna' lie; I get mad, but then I get even

Keep it movin'
I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Can't touch me

I stay on my king shit, me and this slugger-bat, swingin'
Louisville City made like an Ali hit
I see you on the other side of the screen seethin'

I can't stand how you' still on and on on that poor, pitiful me bit
They say success is the best revenge
But honest, I still wish that you'd stop fuckin' breathin'

Bitter bitchin' but I'm back and better
Some shoot to kill, but now I aim to maim 'em to death
Done shovelin' shit; you can go shove this here, bitch

But I've gotten used to shoveling crap
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I'm about to play God, If I gave you wiggleroom
Would you make amends?

Eat up
O' here comes another full course meal
You'll be fine (Eat up)

'Cause dead men don't vomit
And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh)
There's no need to call a cab back home
You'll be fine (Uh, uh)

Tell them again
They think I'm breaking in silence
I'm just contemplating violence
So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all the hatred

Can't take all the noise
I make the choice
When all I have is my fucking voice

By now, you should know
That I've had enough of your boot on my neck
I've had enough

Well, I find myself sitting in the corner
Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like)
Through these eyes (Through this eyes)

Well, I can't imagine Heaven looks any different
From the Hell that's our life (That's our life)

So sick of the pain
So sick of the paranoia
Sick of the rage
Sick of looking in the mirror
Seeing myself, a manmade horror, horror

Like a fly, you're so full of shit
Everyone's a little red
Everyone's a little red

Everyone's a little red and so full of shit
Crippled, corrupt, that's all they are
But wait, you'll get what your heart cried for

Eat up
O' here comes another full course meal (Eat up)
You'll be fine

'Cause dead men don't vomit
And you've all come so damn far (Oh, oh)
There's no need to call a cab back home
You'll be fine (Uh, uh)

Everyone's a little red
Everyone's a little red
Everyone's a little red
Until they show how they feel

Feel

Spew, I spew forth blades
Just to get 'em out
Just to get 'em out

I know it's for the better, if you just step aside
I'm retching, folding, pleading
Trying to spit up, what I'm holding deep inside

Are you famished?
Are you famished?
Are you famished?