​sugar in the spice

[Intro]
Sorrow bringer (sorrow bringer)
It'd be hella nice (It'd be hella nice)
If I knew what I want (If I knew what I want)
Sugar in the spice (Sugar in the spice)
Fuck I'm outta luck (Fuck I'm outta luck)

[Chorus]
It'd be hella nice, if I knew what I want
Everybody want a chance, but they stay fucking up
I don't wanna talk, think I've had enough
I'm staring at the knife, like it wants in my gut
Sugar in the spice, fuck I'm outta luck
But I never went it, 'cause it wouldn't be enough
Colder than the night, wonder if your touch
Feels a saint from above throwing up
From above throwing up

[Verse]
Hoping I heal, but I'm proof of the damage
Everyone I kill's either hungry or manic
Refuse any pills that I'm offered, then panic
If I'm really real, would you feel if I vanish?
Let's trace back to the start
I ain't got no to time here to waste on my heart
If I wanted peace, I believe I would be anybody
Can't feel defeat when I'm coated in honey
Permanently flawed, let me get my head straight
Living at the cost on the brink of being dead weight
No headspace, just silence
What do you expect when the sky's blaring sirens?
But I knew the consequences all along
I used too much strength tryna grow stronger
The rapture, and endless disaster

[Bridge]
Take me by the head (Okay)
Leave no evidence (Nor trace)
The moon is turning red
The air is so condensed
Simple lives and foolish lies
I raise a knife up to my eye
If one should seek, then one shall find
But what if I've already died?

[Chorus]
It'd be hella nice, if I knew what I want
Everybody want a chance, but they stay fucking up
I don't wanna talk, think I've had enough
I'm staring at the knife, like it wants in my gut
Sugar in the spice, fuck I'm outta luck
But I never went it, 'cause it wouldn't be enough
Colder than the night, wonder if your touch
Feels a saint from above throwing up
From above throwing up

[Outro]
It'd be hella nice, if I knew what I want
Everybody want a chance, but they stay fucking up
I don't wanna talk, think I've had enough
I'm staring at the knife
Like it wants in my gut, like it wants in my gut