The Sound Of Color - Vanguard lyrics

[Verse 1: LuzID] Stuff that I never done had Closed fists cinema bad Hostess minimum tab Don't you know the synonym for mad Is a dose I don't even care to dance in your toes When i hear it I get mad at the most What is it in my head that provokes you, wanted to run but you had to be close I don't want be dug in a ditch, don't wanna be the scum that you itch I'd rather be the lunge in the rich, I'd rather be the lunge in the rich And the lunge in the ribs, little duck to my hits With a widdle in a bitty middle dumb to be kicked I feel so infinity to bummed to be sick The divinity in us didn't stick That's why we make it work, if a buck didn't matter in church Then my luck in a latter isn't worth What I struck in a chatter when I'm sure You can touch all the damage in a blur Yeah you s** when you're panicking to her I scream yuck what a challenge that occurred What kinda muck and a habit you prefer I snuck up and you hadn't had a clue We get some but we get screwed We need just one you feed us two We feed on gums, the fetus grew Baby beat my drum, she-she's one who Can eat the freedom, and meet up the meat cut we come to be freaks from when we seek the weakened and we can weaken you [Hook:] Maybe we can settle it, get a group of your friends to meddle in Put a pedal in a non little level relevant I'm sure, don't wanna get out of my element You're bored, and you're getting kinda delicate Some gore, then it'll be disheveling Your corpse is already done developing You felt him, and I wanna let you know that I'm ahead of him [Verse 2:] Fickle fatigue is a big ol degree Biodegradable skin is on me If I die don't you say that I didn't believe Cuz I did and I did and I did it with peace Did it with ease, I lie in a state Of sanity separated by the change Cost tons when you play my kinda game Step in the ring let's talk about fame When every precious thing begins to seal itself with string My beautiful working king, he's losing the urge to sing He says all I do is cling, relying on a machine She's trying only to be, these lies that you would so mean Penicillin pet my pigeon needs another dead edition It's only gettin bread and it's been longer than the s** that isn't Or hasn't gotten head beginnin Since times of such an infinite kid With burdens of predicament fit Better than imprisonment hit Me like you're in love with all of my disgusting features Lie don't trust me either when you're hyped up on the reefer And your eyes are like procedures, that have died revived and breathed her Life is my own fever and she only makes me weaker [Hook]