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Stardog Video (MV)




Performed By: Ceiriad
Language: English
Length: 6:16
Written by: Finn Sylvester




Ceiriad - Stardog Lyrics




He takes pills
For the condensed happiness
He always will
'Cause they told him
He's depressed
He'll get by
Picking stones up from the ground
He'll try to die
But he's too dead to keep it down

Six sticks a day
Trying to keep him on that Stardog
Keeps him insane
This shit giving him a hard on
Ripped up clothes
When he wakes up on the floor
But do you know
That he'd only be your whore
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey

He can't wake up in the morning
And he can't sleep at night
He's tarting to miss the days
When he was always high
He let in his demons
Because they won't let slide
Sorry he's just too f*cked up
To work the nine for five

You'll never understand his mind
And you can't see through his eyes
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
When the dark hits in the evening
Please shine him a light
Please shine him a light
Please shine him a light

'Cause it's not easy
When you think your mind is dead
And your body limp alone
You're standing on the brink
And you start to sink
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time

Well he's a bad man
With a good man's eyes
Misfiring signals in his
In his brain sometimes
Beats down the weak
To him it feels right
No moral compass
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine

Bad man with a good man's eyes
Clearly broken his hate is a vice
Well spoken
Using words to hide
His intentions
And the way he defies
Good men with sad men's eyes
He sees their weakness
And makes them cry
Into hands outstretched
That plead for him to stop

Six sticks a day
Trying to keep him on that Stardog
Keeps him insane
This shit giving him a hard on
Ripped up clothes
When he wakes up on the floor
But do you know
That he'd only be your whore
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
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He takes pills
For the condensed happiness
He always will
'Cause they told him
He's depressed
He'll get by
Picking stones up from the ground
He'll try to die
But he's too dead to keep it down

Six sticks a day
Trying to keep him on that Stardog
Keeps him insane
This shit giving him a hard on
Ripped up clothes
When he wakes up on the floor
But do you know
That he'd only be your whore
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey

He can't wake up in the morning
And he can't sleep at night
He's tarting to miss the days
When he was always high
He let in his demons
Because they won't let slide
Sorry he's just too f*cked up
To work the nine for five

You'll never understand his mind
And you can't see through his eyes
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
He'll ask you one more time
When the dark hits in the evening
Please shine him a light
Please shine him a light
Please shine him a light

'Cause it's not easy
When you think your mind is dead
And your body limp alone
You're standing on the brink
And you start to sink
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time

Well he's a bad man
With a good man's eyes
Misfiring signals in his
In his brain sometimes
Beats down the weak
To him it feels right
No moral compass
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine
At least not like yours and mine

Bad man with a good man's eyes
Clearly broken his hate is a vice
Well spoken
Using words to hide
His intentions
And the way he defies
Good men with sad men's eyes
He sees their weakness
And makes them cry
Into hands outstretched
That plead for him to stop

Six sticks a day
Trying to keep him on that Stardog
Keeps him insane
This shit giving him a hard on
Ripped up clothes
When he wakes up on the floor
But do you know
That he'd only be your whore
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
If you pay him money
If you pay him pay him money honey
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Writer: Finn Sylvester
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