Lizzie Casey - Soulace Abuse lyrics

Verse 1: It started when she was younger So haunted under the covers, a feast for s**ual hunger Opposed to exposing the very notion A broken home into motion A locomotive explosive Timer not even tickin' She wishing he skips a minute and finish Natural order diminished Distorted orbit a horrible view from her spatial reference Ejection, the mother ship disengages the harm detection She's confused about how the two becomes one, has a 3 But the bigger one always messing with she She be battling in her dreams Running & fighting, fighting and running Conundrum punching like Jason Bourne on the screens Currently, she finds peace via routine Blurred lines between protector and enemy, legally She washes down every tear with a drink It's a bridge to a fantasy Where no one can see her bleed Hook: She's said she's sick of being sober Reality's a leash & it keeps pulling the choker She said she's sick of being sober Reality's a grip & and it's hands constantly grope her Success is only a mile away Hide the fears, no pain, tuck the cries away She gotta use now to burn the time away Angel dust gives her wings and then she flies away Verse 2: She's framed by multiple angles Her conscious is inter tangled But parallel to the anger A geometric perspective Her inner circle is edging her on to bless me with bareness Click click Capture pseudo expressions tactful poses her weapon Last impression she wet em, please There's no such thing as over exposure The bigger picture is get to the bigger pictures in rolling She used to play the victim Now it's time to play the victor game of chess Taking Knights, make em pawns The opposition is anyone who gets in the way of where she's pacing Dodging every catastrophe to her final destination Chase the hope, get the dream It's a goal ini-minnie-miny-moe She picks them well, succubus lays the road She gives her body to constantly climb on body's you see? A fantasy where she stay watching all the other ones bleed Hook 2: She's said she's sick of being sober Reality's a b**h & it's sole goal is to clone her She said she's sick of being sober Reality's a grip & and it's hands constantly grope her Success is only a lie away Hide the fears, no pain, tuck the cries away Who she gotta use now to burn the time away Angel dust gives her wings and then she flies away