Roar

Lyrics

Discourage the opportunity in search for a cure You go to the doctor with a broken arm He says "Don't move it" Taught to fear the daylight So you buried your head so far in your ass Like an ostrich because the worst thing Someone told you was to be yourself Now place your neck in the noose Standing on a block of ice Waiting for it, to melt Which bears a striking resemblance Of a familiar acquaintance of tears without raincoats But if you build a model Does it make you a mechanic? A marathon, run your lip That's why I never shy to reply, I Make music for emcee's to slit their throats by Dimming from the spotlight Into obscurity Blending into the scenery Running from no place to nowhere On the road to mass acceptance We follow the trail of events And it's evident you've lost your relevance Wake up and smell the carcass Of a [?] new way Clutching a razor blade but won't let go Grinding their teeth, hoping that their gums turn gold Say no to the sacrilegious No score for you scrubs who scrimmage Who suck to be successful with ironed on pimples and fake Beating my quartz for toads My fingerprint impression is sticky Like candy on carpet Or exploding tampons on bloody prom queens Suggested and disgusted Wash my hands, won't discuss it But ex-communicate The prowess you prevaricate Truth decay from prisoners of yesterday [?] ashes on aboard a sinking ship of a fake promise overrated Exasperated on dry lungs Now your past is a good look I violate your valediction And if I fell off It'd be from rolling out of bed Or waking from the chorus of grief you contrived in your rehearsed nightmare As I wonder what goes on in the minds of these lights I want to vomit Repugnant Entrapped by a frail sense of security Achieved when a misguided tribute Lost the plot [?] from the lost horror of it's own reflection Motivation laid dead for nothing It's use is looking for something or nothing Wasted on blown kisses Procrastination held back More people than smoking crack In the fate of mind, you can be the man Feel like a cape in front of a fan Made out of a towel As you pretend to save yourself Here to save you from yourselves The ever encounting And life's series of various failures To stay young is to draw a blank sword Wither on to the decrepit and decaying growth of inexperience You dull the blade so I sharpen the edges List of sculptures float upon the wave of a popular disease Demise with the discharge with the applied velocity of breaking momentum Placing the brick on the gas pedal Charging downhill On beat, move their feet like Flinstones Comments are complicated like papercuts received by compliments So high the nose bleeds Either it's wonderful or worth nothing Now they are no longer deceived By the virtue of false intention Consumed by greed Painful as needles under the fingernails And confronted with the same enthusiasm as pulling teeth And the wounded bleed [?] of shredded heaven That makes emcee's blind from the glitter And most got into the music to get laid So if this is eroticism for DJ's Then let my vinyl lick your fingers