SCATTER BRAINED FUCK Lyrics

My heart is flammable

This world is cold, I stand alone

With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw

At anyone, whoever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs

My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts

The very thoughts that lead me lost into the darkness with a spark of hope

Hard to stomach, I start to choke

While I rummage these parts unknown

There's no running from the darker tones of markets, regardless if hearts are gold

Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains

As the havoc claims

All the lives, so deprived

I'm only half ashamed

Cause I live my life like a savage, I'd rather tame

All the darkness I can't manage, the past is blamed

On my habits, these patterns stab me

Leave tragic stains

Untethered radical and unethical animal

Illegible statements fake

Bitch, I'd rather go home where I'm alone

Compatible with the madness that I could hone

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

My genetics are so poetic, yet so pathetic (you don't get it!)

You're so generic

No rebel, but that's your whole aesthetic (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

Back and forth with a pattern to force your faces to splatter to floors

I've taken drastic accord

In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy, I'm taking leave

Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me

Matter of fact, I hope you do

Stack up the fact, I told the truth

Stabbed my back, now hold the clues

To your ear, my fears still appear to revere reality

In the rear view mirror, I see you're still glad to be cheery

Hear these thoughts clearly like proven theories

So severely, bitch, I am weary

Every dream and every crease between my feats and my beliefs

Proceed to steep my mind in sleep to just escape, so I'll erase

More hours out of the day

More power over my fate

I still scour for more encounters to counter my lack of social life

Never lead a sober life

Confront the face of death like an overbite

I'll move over like a soldier

Want to be known like a socialite?

Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy

On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly

Fuck a brand or deal, sleeping in their pajamas still

Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel

Spitting on a grander scale

Hitting all fucking cylinders

Lyrically witty as classic literature, a gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains

As the havoc claims

All the lives, so deprived

I'm only half ashamed

Cause I live my life like a savage, I'd rather tame

All the darkness I can't manage, the past is blamed

On my habits, these patterns stab me

Leave tragic stains

Untethered radical and unethical animal

Illegible statements fake

Bitch, I'd rather go home where I'm alone

Compatible with the madness that I could hone

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

My genetics are so poetic, yet so pathetic (you don't get it!)

You're so generic

No rebel, but that's your whole aesthetic (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)

You don't get it, don't sweat it, they'll all regret it (you don't get it!)