8shard - serious dust Lyrics

One, two thousand, that's how many times
Half a man, not in full, never in my prime
Half a woman, in a can, that's where I align
They'll never know, less they do, less they data mine
But it just gets worse
If I head over there, I'll show up driving my own hearse
I feel so sick, I'm shittin' bricks, I don't need no nurse
I'm the only one who feels this way in the universe
Do you really wanna know?
Say I'm playing games, but I'm hosting like I'm made of snow
Say I'm not the same, but the butterfly it takes a hold
Hand in hand, they play, never getting old or getting cold
I'm getting sick of this, my body's twisted its, on display,
Call me jane, not a nickname, but a claim to the throne
That's my home,
But they think that they know where it is
That and this, biting lips, hopefully my-

Keep talking and we'll see who gets their jaw dropped
This is not a threat
Keep talking and we'll see who gets their jaw dropped
This is not a threat
Keep talking and we'll see who gets their jaw dropped
This is not a threat
Keep talking and we'll see who gets their jaw dropped
This is it

Three, four hundred, we go forth and back
In the middle, its offensive, get my quarter back
Know so little, praise the bibble, broken cul-de-sac
Care so little, bout the kids you'll always be a hack
Dangerous, it sings with us, used to swang with us
Shame it up, its turned to dust, it cant trust you now
Boom boom pow, those black eyes say nothing, they just
Shoot you down, go back in time and change nothing then you see-
And then you see me now
I hope your ready for it bitch, I'm risen from the clouds
I hope your not lookin' to snitch, coz shit hit the ground
I hope your not hooked on the shit that gives you the crown
They're bout to drown, so stop it
My body still filled with toxins
My body still kills with caution
Some body, no skill, no options
Its like I'm filling in
Drilling in my thigh
Peeling off my skin
You can see it their eyes

Jigsaw
I want more
When I eat less
My feet are rested on the table
There's maple trees rooted
In my throat

I shot the carrier pigeon out of the sky
I shouldn't have to be nice to you out of spite
I hope you never have children, I hope you die
I hope a vulture comes around and plucks your eyes
I spill my lungs on the carpet, I waste your time
Trying to shove it all back in, its turning night
Take my intestines and turn them into a kite
And fly