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Soil Video (MV)




Performed By: Sudo the Nomad
Length: 1:31
Written by: Jesus Gutierrez




Sudo the Nomad - Soil Lyrics




Comfortable evenin, tuck myself in bed
Disastrous ego I wanna be dead
Free from this life, free from the pain that I bring with my knife
Did it last night, still with my fears, payin the price
Facin the devil, we whisperin lies

My demise lead to my uprise
It's the way of life, when you stuck in a cycle like I
Swear I'm alright, please do not knock on my door, it's alright
Sometimes I'm not sure to speak, sometimes it's a chore to breathe

Sometimes I do both and heave
Behemoth, fleein his purpose, the peak of the zenith
Sloppy dropout, but the cream of the crop
Cultivated, now the coma, now I drop
Never ordinary, weighin the odds
Balancin demons, the chaotic thoughts

Mania hits and I'm back on my feet
I made my bed don't plan to sleep
F*ck a sob story, I never weep
Benefits reapin the deadliest seeds that I sow
This a willow, mesquite

Son of a drug dealer, son of a user
I suffer in silence, I scream when I lose it
I giggle and laugh and abuse who is cryin
I ridicule torment and mock who is dyin
My dreams only things that awaken me
My dreams only things that awaken me
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Comfortable evenin, tuck myself in bed
Disastrous ego I wanna be dead
Free from this life, free from the pain that I bring with my knife
Did it last night, still with my fears, payin the price
Facin the devil, we whisperin lies

My demise lead to my uprise
It's the way of life, when you stuck in a cycle like I
Swear I'm alright, please do not knock on my door, it's alright
Sometimes I'm not sure to speak, sometimes it's a chore to breathe

Sometimes I do both and heave
Behemoth, fleein his purpose, the peak of the zenith
Sloppy dropout, but the cream of the crop
Cultivated, now the coma, now I drop
Never ordinary, weighin the odds
Balancin demons, the chaotic thoughts

Mania hits and I'm back on my feet
I made my bed don't plan to sleep
F*ck a sob story, I never weep
Benefits reapin the deadliest seeds that I sow
This a willow, mesquite

Son of a drug dealer, son of a user
I suffer in silence, I scream when I lose it
I giggle and laugh and abuse who is cryin
I ridicule torment and mock who is dyin
My dreams only things that awaken me
My dreams only things that awaken me
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Writer: Jesus Gutierrez
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