​zombie

[Intro]
Yeah I don't know what you want
Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked
Gonna eat your brains while you watch me
I won’t let you stop me
I'm just like a zombie for your love
Yeah I don't know what you want
I should leave your place before i rot
Can’t help but compete for praise and it's toxic
Don't think i can stop it
Try writing a pop hit without luck

[Verse 1]
Wake up
Feel nauseous
Can't worry bout the state of
My conscience
I'll put it off
Makeup
Look flawless
It's starting to get harder to breathe
They're looking at me
And breaking me down
There's no one around
I pushed thеm away ‘cause it was easier thеn
But it’s not easier now
Got friends in the ground
So what the fuck’s one cog to machines?
They're so hard to please
I’m shutting me down

[Chorus 1]
Yeah I don't know what you want
Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked
Gonna eat your brains while you watch me
I won't let you stop me
I'm just like a zombie for your love
Yeah i don’t know what you want
I should leave your place before i rot
Can't help but compete for praise and it's toxic
Don't think i can stop it
Try writing a pop hit without luck

[Verse 2]
Wait
I was giving you all i thought you'd need
Then the money showed up to cloud my feed
Knew exactly who i was meant to be
But when they thought i was dreaming
They left me to bleed my heart out
Greed ain't start out
The way it does on TV
They fucking left me to
Bleed my heart out
Feed my fall out
With everyone tied to me
I'm supposed to grow and adjust
(I wanna die)
But I've been dreaming up machines
(No not literally, fuck)
That I could use as a front
(Just wanna cry)
And I can hardly fucking breathe with all this weed
('Cause I hate the way i look)
In my lungs
(I'll realign my spine and hide inside the baseline)
What I thought you needed was perceived
As being something I'm not
(Anything I can do to feel unalive)
So go on tell all your friends that i don't know what you want

[Chorus 2]
Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked
Gonna eat your brains while you watch me
I won't let you stop me
I'm just like a zombie for your love
Yeah I don't know what you want
I should leave your place before i rot
Can't help but compete for praise and it's toxic
Don't think I can stop it
Try writing a pop hit without luck