ScottWaldo - Dark Thoughts lyrics

I Do Not Wish To Be An Icon Or Mogul In A Sort How Can I Inspire Dreams When Pandora Trapped Hope I Have Dark Thoughts I Know It's Personal But Maybe If I Cry For Help Ill Get A Ray Of Hope Turn Around To Speed It Up And Tell Me That "That sh** Was Dope" Pull The Chair Back Cut The Tethers From The Fresh Rope Sickness Is Sticky Like Cotton. Bitter Then Sweet Like It's Coffee No Robotussin, No Lasagne, Riddled With Torches I'm Scoffing Don't Pat My Back While I'm Coughing I'll Pull That Switch & I'll Lunge In You Ain't The First So Quit Talking I Herd He's Coco For Coco Puffs & Belittled By Skittles Skipped To The Bank With A Dollar & Flipped A Gram To A Kilo. He Went From Crooked To Feeble But Ain't No Friend To A Needle. Ebeniser The Steam Room Is Getting Cloudy So Demote; I'll k** a label With KeyStrokes My Qwerty Keyboard Hits Reload, This Clockwork orange The sequel The Struggles Not Just The Ramen It's All The Work That Its Costing His Self Respect When He's Honest Venerable To The Doctors That Keep Me Sheltered from Fosters Padded Walls When I'm hostel That Seven Thirty Onsomble Ronald McDonald No Costume Remains The Master At Scrabble Mr Inquisive Babble That Windows Ultimate Dragon You Couldn't Fathom Attacking Nick Nacks Wrapped In lament Led pencil Gets Jagged Quick Tales from the crypt So Kids Attentively Sit Reminisce So pixels stay crisp, Have you heard of Dave the Rapist Cats Are Squeamish Round Him & Don't Get 'em Started Just Quit Oh What's The Harm In A Skit, They'll Never Find The Right Bridge He's Phantom Blast In The Mist, But Always Leaves Finger Prints Around The Necks Of Infants, Brittle Bits Till They Twitch Found A Kitten After I Dipped, Broken Pelvis To Bits At Checkers Chicken I Sit Man, What Does Jessica Think? I'm Nasty Like Cigarets, Yet Talented With Some Depth Loosy Right In My Left, I'm Flicking Ashes To d**h It's Probably Loss Of Some Rest That's Got These Words in A Hex Got me f**ed Up At Best Let Me Walk And Talk Like The Rest The Real Hits On The Disc , My Older Songs Failed to miss f** The Thought Living Bliss, Ground Shoe To Cement Butcher The Scripture While Vaunting & Over k**ed Gets Exhausting Curb Stopping Enthralling So All The Features Are Calling They Wanted Platinum I'm Solid Don't Over Do It Less Stalling We Making Moves Or You Crawling I'm Indirect When I'm Talking Going Up The Street Right Up Walton They Hear My Voice So Take Caution Subtle Spit Yet Appalling They Listen To Me Too Often Been Over Stressed Since The Falling It's So Cliche But It's Honest My Families Over I'm Brawling Over The Minimal Comments It's Agitating Translating The Words I Vomit While Nauseous Reinforcements Too Office We Non Conferment & Lawless