HXNRY - PROPHETSANTHEM

{HXNRY}

(Sleep tight (x17)

Sleep tight (x17)

I got no love for you ingrates, all of you mistakes
Posting your problems, like boy you look bitch-made
I'm taking my meds just to feel like I'm nothing
Societies dead and were given em crutches, I need a concussion
I'm missing your touches, my heart rate is rushing, I can't stop this cutting

This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper
I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a fucking revolver
I'm pushing down feelings and kissing up on her, my stomach is turning
The Sanities burning, stability's hurting, depression is lurking
I'm closing the curtains

These Impulsive choices are fucking up my life, Leap off the high rise
I wanna sky dive, killing that pussy I'm takin hеr 9 lives
Hxnry the prophet, I'm Optimus primе I been babbling Talking autonomous
Walking anonymous, hit like Muhammad, been shaking ya shakras
I'm Down in the dirt n I love riots

Baby come try, I been killing gods with this acid diet
Watch yo homies dying, man I'm so excited I been making victims
Sipping psilocybin, leave their bodies drying, when the prophets talking-
You can't keep him quiet

{Kill Dyll}

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, ice it through your fucking brain
{x3}

Sick and tired of your fucking lies, put a bullet through your motherfucking head
Say goodnight, feed him cyanide, watch him gasp for breath, bleed him of his life
I'm a (?...) break his skull (?...)
Driving fast till we're fucking dead, I'm so sick of living give you (?...)

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, ice it through your fucking brain

{HXNRY {Outro}

Given em crutches
I need a concussion, I'm missing your touches
My heart rate is rushing, I can't stop this cutting
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper
I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a fucking revolver
I'm-