TYLER CARTER&CHRIS SCHNAPP - COLLINS HYLL | Текст песни

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• TYLER CARTER&CHRIS SCHNAPP
• COLLINS HYLL

A poster-child of a delinquent faith,
You're a product of this dying age.

Beckoned by your fists,
Try to mask your shallow past.
These walls of holes have felt the fury.
Burning in your chest.

Crumbling the hopes of your happily ever after.

Heavy burdens have known me for a long time,
But growing up for you is a friend of mine.

And it's moments like these that I begin to
Take you for what you're worth.
And I know that you'll never cease
To fuck my hope, it's been this way since
Before the birth.
And the harder I try,
The more you close your cynical eyes on
Me and your pride,
But she's gonna know who you are.

A glitch in your cocaine dreams,
That you could never raise.
Fairy tales can't last forever,
This fantasy's a fucking tremor.

Crumbling the hopes of your happily ever after.

And it's moments like these that I begin to
Take you for what you're worth.
And I know that you'll never cease
To fuck my hope, it's been this way since
Before the birth.
And the harder I try,
The more you close your cynical eyes on
Me and your pride,
But she's gonna know who you are.

A carbon copy to the cliched waste,
You're becoming your father.

And it's moments like these that I begin to
Take you for what you're worth.
And I know that you'll never cease
To fuck my hope, it's been this way since
Before the birth.
And the harder I try,
The more you close your cynical eyes on
Me and your pride,
But she's gonna know who you are.