​escape room

Lyrics

[Part 1] [Intro: zombAe] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: zombAe] When a hole in your story means a hole in your head Throwing bullet points at you 'till your corpse lays in red You got stories worth tellin' whether it's warm in that section With every bit of truth you tell with make the best food Artistry is the cartography of us It's all laid out, a biography of blood Will they all stay when all the pussies come to shove? It's a novel thing to reason with when you see all the love It's impure when they judge it off a couplе projects Your whole life's book is summеd up in a table of contents All the plots, all the settings, all the friends, and all the areas Can all be on trial cause of too weighty characters I try to read everyday but nobody's got time for that Instead they need a live reaction all before their mind reacts I guess the point of it is it's important that affairs have Gotten so bad that I don't know what to share of my own sense of bear 'Cause if I speak some heresy I guarantee that I'll get buried deep Playing drill songs for jokes but y'all be mad about some NFTs It's an environment that pries your eyes so you can't effect Had to start this verse off violent so that you can pay attention But this word rings true, fuck being cool man You should try some air, only universal answer is self care Sometimes the wreck's deserved 'cause we're all in this depressing world I don't wanna think we gotta dig it out, but That insecure that secures the track, the The truth is no fucking body Guarantee you need the help Bleed the world and all its bonds, guarantee you need the hell [?] You meet the people so sad when it comes to end [?] Scan the room, we need some friends, we need to end it all [Verse 2: Charlotte Crosby] We need to end it all I'm in the sun tryna keep my composure But I know these real [?] gonna shoot as they pose us I'm tryna make sense of the petty little offers The bitches still alive, what they tryna accomplish? I really care about, but I only care about you Tryna make sure that they never come and drown you Tryna make sure that they're all in nice houses The way things are going we're about to be ousted [Verse 3: doin' fine] First time I escaped when I was fifteen It's fucked up! Singin out in my bedroom bout bein there on my twelve speed I felt the emotions, all potent up in the warm breeze from the ocean Socially nowhere but fuck it I was soulful Now I'm here and still got no one that knows me I'm throwin blood up like a gang sign, I'm Kaito Momota I take a grapevine, and make some white wine Vriska Fine is the name that I'm proud is mine Motherfucker check the time, 10pm, wheres your wife? And Summy made it out yeah they escapin' And Bounty made it out yeah they escapin' And 'Rezi made it out yeah they escapin' But we didn't do that shit by praying, thanking god we made it Eh bien continuons, eh bien continuons [Part 2] [Verse: Charlotte Crosby] You can take me as you will Or take me as I am Either way you want I'll sustain this song and dance I can resurrect the dead I'll just tear your world to shreds But instead of wanting bragging rights I see it's all dead Fuck around with your power and I promise you'll be dead In the grave with the rest all the things I've done instead You never cared about this so I'll leave you on read I'm so tired of these sickos I'm not sleeping with my friends I can still flee the world without all your power Escape this world my thoughts read about you [?] It may have crashed but could blossom a flower (yeah a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower, like a blossoming flower yeah) [Bridge: Charlotte Crosby] Let me go I'll be quiet Honestly it's fine, I've waken up so many times before And, like, I don't wanna keep waking up I'll miss you a lot though if you do [Part 3] [Verse: doin' fine] I love my mom, I hate my boyfriend But I love my mom Eh bien, continuons, Santé Ay, this year I dipped from my mothers and I ain't been back since I took her heart and crushed it, but I need to prove her daughter can outsource somebody to love her I had to ghost her Screaming in the DMs 'bout how she lives to suffer, but I'm just as important Every single thought is lawless, and that's honest, like fuck your validity I'll cope how I wanna, I'll be who you made me be It's still fuck Adani but I can make your boy mine Gladys B fucked up I'm all stuck inside But the second I'm out I'll do the shit I wanna Even if I got no one in my city who's my mother And if this the escape room, I'm donnin' the wig that Lio gave me With the gun to my head because no god's gonna save me And give Macquarie Street some brand new paint on the pavement Fuck making a statement, I'll set the parliament blazing And it's for every Aussie faggot, tranny, queer and dyke That imma spit a freestyle with Scomo's head on a pike It took me this fucking long to find out I'm a kike Even though my last motherfuckin' name is Fine And my grandpa didn't want my first name to be Sam, I still got baptized Put through an anglican school where I learned it ain't right For faggots to be faggots, God hates that life And do you hear these horns? To me, they're salvation You've heard seven songs with brass, know the book of revelations? Heaven's come to pass, so fear the god of all nations She's arison out of Sydney and she dons the horns of satan I morph forms forever in eden's ouroboros I'm tryna make enough money to become the next Soros And then give it all out till my sisters live in solace And then imma fuck off and go and live in the forest 'Cuz I'm a hard cunt Escaping ain't the solution to your problems It's about living beneath the flooring Its about the love in the spite of torture Its about immaterial fortune I promise that your self hatred is distorted Even though my god's contorted, I'm flying my colours all soaring And you can too - because the truth of these lyrics Is that god is not some force up there up above the cirrus The ones who control you are your own holy spirits And that's why they call it god-fearing You have to burn that scripture by giving yourself the clearance They spent a lifetime showing me safety and making me fear it But I'm still here tryna be with someone I love dearest Who woulda guessed that when they made me dress up and trained me to hate it That one day I'd revel in the love, with the same damn maid dress It's Vriska, motherfucker [Part 4] [Verse 1: zombAe] Waiting for a second that I'm gone with the feeling, uh Waiting for everyone with melanin Waiting for that god to strike me down [?] I'll go around the town I waited Going what to say what I'm waiting for us to Break out the matrix The matrix [?] I'm waiting for malarkey to end When the parts in me are ready for the end I'm just waiting to get enticed by something that I'm waiting for to stall I hate my soul and the rest of it I need myself for the betterment I need myself for the betterment I need myself for the estrogen, yeah I need to see my ideal I will not die with [?] I need to become the breast I need to feed all the feels You want my fealty, I need it I need a second I can tease it I cannot do, I cannot seize it I'm waiting for my collapse For my own pains away I just be past I cannot pitch to my what can I see here I cannot react so fine, so Ima just wait Until I will take my life