Lyrics

When will I see what’s behind the awards
I’m an actor performing for masters and lords
They’re wires are burning me down to my spine
Do your strings look like mine?

Sattle the sheep with a white picket fence
Set up rules to obey give us freedom to taste
What can I do when they’re stacking the odds
In favor of Demi Gods?

Heyyy
It’s a little bit a mess
Woke up a little to late
Up ahead is distress
Ohh we don’t talk about it

Shadows all over me crawling inside
It’s a miracle none of them got to my mind
Silly me what a shame it was all in my head
I think I’ll Just stay in bed

sell out, drugged out, and crazy
My god look what u made me
My eyes sold me big fat lie

Heyyy
It’s a little bit a mess
Woke up a little to late
Up ahead is distress
Ohh we don’t talk about
Heyyy
It’s a little bit a mess
Woke up a little to late
Up ahead is distress
Ohh we don’t talk about it

We don’t talk about it
We don’t talk at all
We don’t talk about it
We don’t talk at all
We don’t talk about it
We don’t talk at all
We don’t talk about it
We, we don’t
We don’t
We don’t