deepfake

作词 : Randy Findell

作曲 : Randy Findell

I am using my imagination

I am using my imagination

I am using my imagination

I am using my imagination

I am using my imagination

I don't know how much more I can take

'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight and getting in shape

Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane

Tell me, how do you do what you love when you're sick in the brain?

And you're two thousand miles away

So why am I stalking your Twitter and lying awake?

I show my true colors, you left and my life got so gray

I can't get over you, yet I build up so much hate

But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay

I'm not, I don't want to escape

I pop and my ego deflates

I'm starin' me down, I surrender the sound

Just to find out that I was a fake

(I'm not, I just want to escape

I pop and my ego deflates

I'm starin' me down, I—)

'Cause behind the smile, I'm so pissed

But I won't be showin' emotions

No, I'm not even tellin' my close friends

You can't fix me now, I'm too broken

I don't know why I'm witherin' this way

Think I'm always makin' a mistake

I close my eyes, just hopin' my neck breaks

Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take

I'm lost, I can't find an escape

I pop and my ego deflates

While starin' me down, I surrender the sound

Just to find out that I was a fake

I'm not, I just want an escape

I pop and my ego deflates

I'm starin' me down, I surrender the sound

Just to find out that I was a—

The ****? I got a tab in my pocket

It's what I use to justify all the fab I brought in

When I produce a beat it's like makin' laced new tropics

Confuse, repeat it, eternal state, neurotics

No explainin' my hair, it's all a vanity fair

I'll leave the body I wear

And you can bring me to Hell

Yeah you could tell it was the lie that you would've won

I'll play it out in my mind, what I could've done

And keep wondering if I'll write when my time is up

I can't help but picture my life ending in a month

And baby, you can try to love me, but I'm not phased

I'm straight flushed with poker on my face

Then I start to choke on my own weight

Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take

'Cause my whole personality's fake

And I want someone else in my place

That feels so much better, I'll settle for now

An endeavor to die or create

God found me

Die or create

(Ahh)

Bloomtodeath

Bloomtodeath

Bloomtodeath

Bloomtodeath, bloomtodeath

Too excited about dying, and blooming, umm—