Wanting, Getting, Wanting

DEMONDICE

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    What is a man to a king
    And a king to a God?
    What is a God to a devil putting up a facade?
    I need an outlet now
    I need to write this down
    (Write it down, write it all down)

    Hi!
    It’s been a minute since we had a chat
    But time is finite, innit? 'Finna make it fast
    Yeah, success is a bitch, why complain that your luck ain’t the best?
    When you’re rich and you’re famous and fuckin’ depressed?
    Stuck in a mess of pretend pretense, uppers in the trash
    Got a couple Ins-'n-outs that don’t involve crashes
    So: Past me
    You asked me: So, how have you been?
    Did you want fiction? Addiction? A public mental snappin’?
    (Wow)
    How did this happen?
    You ready to rattle some bones?
    Thinking I'd dip to follow a script
    And never look back at the demons at home?
    Painting shame inside the brain like
    Bitch, too bad you ain’t a keeper
    Changing difficulty mid-way through the game to be a sleeper-hit

    Just pretend it’s nothing
    An endless
    Wanting, getting, wanting
    I never stop
    One thing, always one thing
    I’ll always keep
    Wanting, wanting more

    What is a man to a king
    And a king to a God?
    What is a God to a devil putting up a facade?
    I need an outlet now
    I need to write this down
    (Write it down, write it all down)

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    Dear diary
    I’m still a fuckin’ basket case
    I say I’ll keep on truckin’, but the fact is cars don’t run in space
    I’m feeling angsty, and thankless, and like I fell from grace
    In zero gravity, having me thinking like I got no place
    I’m fading, the crowd is waiting
    But my internal rating is, well, kinda shady
    It's lately, I’m just an alien
    Sailing on my self-made-ien BS that I shell out
    Tell my fans they’ll do well
    Shout from the mountain I dwell
    But does this ring any bells?
    That I don’t mention the hell?
    And changed the topic from the hot tip that they probably won’t sell?
    I paint a pretty little image, it looks swell from a distance
    Blacking out the spell that gave this nobody an existence
    Called luck

    Just pretend it’s nothing
    An endless
    Wanting, getting, wanting
    I never stop
    One thing, always one thing
    I’ll always keep
    Wanting, wanting more

    What is a man to a king
    And a king to a God?
    What is a God to a devil putting up a facade?
    I need an outlet now
    I need to write this down
    (Write it down, write it all down)

    Just pretend it’s nothing
    An endless
    Wanting, getting, wanting
    I never stop
    One thing, always one thing
    I’ll always keep
    Wanting, wanting more

    What does a demon believe in?
    A king or a God?
    I tell ‘em Dice won’t be leaving, so what are the odds
    I get my outlet now?
    I gotta write this down
    (Write it down, write it all down)

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