LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nobody's Music

I hate myself
Much more than you do
There’s no voodoo
For the shit that I do

I’m a silent weirdo
Broken rationale
Conversational narcissist
Motor mouth

Isometric in my noggin’
2D to you
Losin’ my perspective
With every single view

I’m fire and ice
Frame by frame
Coded rainbow
In my dark arcade

Coma toast
Coma toast
Just a burnt up piece of coma toast
I’m cold inside
Been fired on
Promise of my life is all gone
Can’t butter me up
Scrape off my darkness
Not well bred man no one wants this
Old bitter slice of failure
Nothing left in here to savor
Life did me no favors

I was aiming for that golden brown
The perfect look for my sound
I dropped in here, looked around
Knew right away I’d get hurt
Life was offering nothing but burnt
So I gave up and I shut down
This ain’t the party that I want to host
Here I am now, hope that you choke
On my coma, coma, coma toast
Coma toast
Coma toast