hey im Patrick (Patman) Younger. im 16.. i have been writing for 6 years and love this art. simple.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,179
Peak in subgenre #104
Author
Patman
Uploaded
March 15, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:39
Lyrics
as my fingernails claw my scalpe, i crave for reasurrance that all is well
all the help ever given is gone, spitten this song i wonder where the gifted have gone?
all ive written is wrong.. all the weak speak spleak are strictly just strong
ironic, diabolic, call it my confedince, dot it with the constantent
thoughts spotted for all the positive incompetence
fly yo..
just fly away
i sit and think, as every hair strand is torn out my head, left blood red in the kitchen sink
my eyes are so open, tears like the open ocean over flowin, oh im knowin the facts
the clock tick time stops slowin the past, i know its a vast memory, essentially every open road is closing fast!
yah its my craft. the eternal sound clash of flowing
glowing states repairs, its like my facial hair has stopped growing
its like my rhythms living in a subdigital time zone,
the risks are high, gripping rivits and visiting my home
sign on the dotted line, to sell your soul to the coffin mind, that you find where the bottom lies in coffee grinds
duct tape theories,reconstructed philosphies
trust dates, favoured by the structures that talk to me
the sublegitamit lessons that are taught to me
caution pleas,e before you step onto this globe soaked in mockery
fly yo..
just fly away..
i might start to flow,..so close the curtains
i like the dark, thats how i embark as a lonely person
drink till i pass out - think till i black out
i watch my reflection in the sink till i pass doubt
of achievments, breathe dreams then i caujght it
climb out the seat as a pilot in the cockpit
silence is my prophet, im flying from the toxic
i am obnoxious, spitting rhymin with that raw shit
just invision the vision visually
vicious with edits, we said it
lesson medics,death to competitors
pedic poetic editor
lighter then feathers,
i betcha never rememeber,
we clever mend it together,
leave every enemy severed mos definatly
im anti-war like john lenon in the seventies
will i ever be social, im so teen spirit
so dope, the ghost of kurt kobain wrote these lyrics
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