To The Chorus of "What For"
when you’ve got it, when you’ve got it
in your hands, an uncontrollable energy
that brings you to your knees
but makes you great in the eyes.
when you’ve got it, when you’ve got it
in your words, an uncontrollable spell
that brings you to fame and
makes you great in the head.
shred your vocals, ruin your voice.
kill every vile thought, nothing left to say.
forget to breathe one too many times.
pretend you’re choking on air,
but it’d be a lie, yell for help
to the chorus of what for.
you’re screaming lyrics from nowhere again.
you found the chorus down the 8th floor of hell
and the bridge under one hundred feet of water,
but the trainwreck isn’t your bass, it’s you.
shred your vocals, ruin your voice.
kill every vile thought, nothing left to say.
forget to breathe one too many times.
pretend you’re choking on air,
but it’d be a lie, yell for help
to the chorus of what for.
not a still standing band.
don't make me fake the calm.