HALLOWEEN ON CHRISTMAS ft. SunnyMac Lyrics

They say that evil's in the eye of the beholder

Yet we're not beholding anyone accountable

They say that freedom isn't free but how much money do I need before even get to feel it just an ounce or two?

The world it never makes me feel fine

It's on my back, the lack of resources to heal right?

Turn off your empathy if you every need to sleep tight

I never say these words out loud cuz then it's real life

They ask me when will we define the line, while holding pens in both hands

And papers 40 stories high, they cry out loud and don't know why

The tasking cemeteries, we die, we cry, they question our resistance

And tear our hearts to shreds, and ask us why were cold as ice

Pedal on the floor until he's sleeping with the fishes

He's going to that place where they have Halloween on Christmas

It's not scary, no more frightening then the way he's just existing

A couple bad apples screwed the couple other billions

But its fine

What is life?

It's just fine

What is life?

But it's fine

What is life?

What is the purpose of these hands, to not demand your life get put into your own?

Writing on the walls, it never caused no harm or benefit

The least you could inspire peoples bargaining for relevance

The grass is growing greener while you sit and pray for water

So it's over before it started, take some notes and you'll get farther

I am flawed, I am tattered leavings marks along the line

This time I'll give it power, serving blessings when there's time

There's something spiritual about making something out of nothing

Find a diamond in a rough, and go pawn it for a salary

The damage, it takes two lifetimes to get it

Keep splitting your decisions on assertion or permissions

And lately I think painfully I've made my bed as well

Meaning daily I don't take these revolutions on the shelf

And resolutions to myself are getting further by the minute

And conclusion tries to break me down to never go the distance

Never thought it nothing more than just a surface level sadness

We're rooted deep in soil of aggression less than passive

Pedal on the floor until he's sleeping with the fishes

He's going to that place where they have Halloween on Christmas

It's not scary, no more frightening then the way he's just existing

A couple bad apples screwed the couple other billions

But its fine

What is life?

It's just fine

What is life?

But it's fine

What is life?

What is the purpose of these hands, to not demand your life get put into your own?