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.

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