Why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
I'm sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Said why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
The night carries through the sunrise
I stopped tryna tussle with time
I lack enough muscle
Just enough to wrestle my mind
Head in the clouds the gray mark the decline
Buffered up with a bludgeon
Undercover in hiding
Cracking knuckles catching Zs
My ambitions is wise, my nigga
Feel stuck puzzled some of the time
How much running from the silence do I need to survive?
Ring the sirens
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
Escape the mud
Lookin up 'cause we feeling down and out
But keeping grounded til we win the bout
Why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
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Why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
I'm sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Said why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
The night carries through the sunrise
I stopped tryna tussle with time
I lack enough muscle
Just enough to wrestle my mind
Head in the clouds the gray mark the decline
Buffered up with a bludgeon
Undercover in hiding
Cracking knuckles catching Zs
My ambitions is wise, my nigga
Feel stuck puzzled some of the time
How much running from the silence do I need to survive?
Ring the sirens
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
Escape the mud
Lookin up 'cause we feeling down and out
But keeping grounded til we win the bout
Why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
I'm sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Said why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
The night carries through the sunrise
I stopped tryna tussle with time
I lack enough muscle
Just enough to wrestle my mind
Head in the clouds the gray mark the decline
Buffered up with a bludgeon
Undercover in hiding
Cracking knuckles catching Zs
My ambitions is wise, my nigga
Feel stuck puzzled some of the time
How much running from the silence do I need to survive?
Ring the sirens
Stand tallish til my knees buckle
I'm just a bubble in my bloodline
Won't make the cut
Escape the mud
Lookin up 'cause we feeling down and out
But keeping grounded til we win the bout
Why the long face?
Through the hard days we march
To the drowsy army-man's song
Partake in narcoleptic ingestion of
Old heartbreaks from yesteryear's plates
And we're still hollow with
Tree bark armor, internal war scars
Sludging through the trench mud
Intestines filled with filth
Torn garments stench hard as
Tar in the oil diffuser's brim
Writer: Alan Tutwiler
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid