wandering. lyrics

You know, it seems it might be mighty excellent
If a f*ckin’ bullet came from nowhere, just left me heaven-sent
Social leper left to level up while rolling down the bevel
Talked into holding down the gems like bezels
Bettered benevolent levels of seven men
And five of them who would’ve nеver dare convicted him
Sеttled scores while I score my skin
With blades, and raids on dungeons
That f*cked with my very last whim
The last disaster I passed through left me with a mark of you, so
f*ck that
I don’t have anything left to prove - well, at least not to you

Yeah

Frown on my armchair artifice
Breaking down your tepid demeanor while you smile on my excellence like you’re Aeschylus
I'll try to fly away from your drama as if I was Icarus or Daedalus
The slope, it nears, and I’m liable to send you from the motherf*cking precipice
I’ve got
Poverty that creates the necessitous
Pave paradise and put up a posh edifice
I’d do anything for you and your contentedness
Please just put down your phone, I’m begging for better connectedness
Find in one of these minds of mine, the dreaded endlessness
The coursing blood in my veins that delivers me all my medicines
It’s all yours for shame, and I’ve never made a bigger mess
Was it me that caused this exodus?
‘Cause I didn’t mean to be the pessimist
Me, I’m always my own nemesis
I'm Peter Gabriel on a Sega, Genesis
Sc*m f*ck flower boy, petulant, impetuous, apetalous, f*ck me, I guess, and my irrelevance

Better pray you come where they carried us
Bear my soul, perpetually ferried us
Between opulence and negligence
The priest who would’ve married us might’ve been the same priest who would’ve buried us
Things ain’t been the same, but me, I’ve been feeling much better ever since I, I, I

I pressed my lips to a bottle that was bottomless
Form a fist for anyone who needs to learn the consequence
I lost a lotta love and lotto tickets, couldn’t see the love was the jackpot
I’d rather leave the stacks to rot
I thought I’d fought enough battles for the millennia
f*ckin’ the dead outta their estates like necrophilia

Climb from the coffin to show these jokes of folks a trick or two
Have ‘em crying like
Sarah McLaughlin on your TV screens
Baby boy, oh boo, oh who, well what else could you do

Yeah
You know, it seems it might be mighty excellent
If a f*ckin’ bullet came from nowhere, just left me heaven-sent
Social leper left to level up while rolling down the bevel, talked into holding down the gems like bezels
Bettered benevolent levels of seven men, and five of them who would’ve never dare convicted him
Settled scores while I score my skin
With blades, and raids on dungeons
That f*cked with my very last whim
'Cause the last disaster I passed through left me with a mark of you, so
f*ck that
I don’t have anything left to prove to you