[Verse 1]
Real life, I don't feel right, cut my wind pipe
High life, driving through the night
Darkness in my sight
Alright, I'm not alright
Can't consume the light
Starlight, she's my starlight
But she burns to bright
Strangle my neck 'til I'm froze, hey
Drinking my sorrows, I know, hey
That's just the way that it goes, wait
You gotta stay on the road, wait
I'm scratched under the surface
I gotta find my own purpose
All of these friends, I'm a burden
I need to find my own worth bitch
I see enemies, every angle and I see the frowns
I'm like ecstasy, feel so happy then I feel so down
Feeling everything and everything seems so profound
Something's wrong with me, I need to be buried in the ground
In the ground where I'm all to my self
Bitch please, fuck your help
I don't need anyone
I don't need you
[Chorus]
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't, I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
I don't need you, no I don't
[Verse 2]
I'm so fuckin' sick of the lies
You were there by my side
Made a mistake so I'm blind
So much shit, nothing will suffice
I was there when you fuckin' cried
I was there when you didn't want life
I was the one who was always outside
I was the one who had held you so high
I was embarrassed, you were a terrorist
You were the one committing the crime
So many faces, I see in the night
So many reasons, I put up a fight
I've been so down almost all my life
I won't slow down, no I'm on my stride
You can't hold back what was forced inside
I've been set free, so I'll come alive
Yuh, I'll come alive
Choir of the Dead was written by Prompto.
Choir of the Dead was produced by .
Prompto released Choir of the Dead on Fri Jun 26 2020.