[Meraki x Gökotta]
Feel the bullets go across my chest
No need for a question
Let me explain the rest
They were aiming for my friend
But they aim ain’t the best
Now it’s killing me to know
What the fuck is coming next

Now that it’s over I’ll do it again
And I’m popping prescriptions I don’t see an end
And I’m hanging with spirits they call me a fiend
And don’t ask me for money you know I don’t lend
Load up the Glock and I aim at my head
Look at the clock and I count down my end
So sorry to most and I send the last text

[137]
I don’t gotta peer far to find something to spit about
Everywhere I look I see a pain;
Feeling like I’m turning all my wheels in the middle of a muddy drought
And I will nеver live to see the rain

Feeling likе I
Can’t move
No drink soothes
All the pain locked up in all my valves and tubes
I don’t beckon for the privilege of silence
I beckon for the right to break it
I wanna be loud
I wanna break out of choking shroud
But dead are the days when the only witnesses to your yell were the stream and cloud

Guess I’ll have to bite the bullet;
Guess I’ll have to bleed in a land that rejects me
For the slight likelihood
I’ll get a chance to do it

Sinking all my heart’s devotion
Into craft’s deep ocean
Clawing iron corset