Lone Wolf - The Propaganda EP

Lone Wolf - XYZ

The Propaganda EP

Produced by: OmegaZXThree

 

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[Verse 1]

The only nights I ever feel alone, with a scattered brain,

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday,

Never thought I'd see the day where the game made me prey,

Which led me straight to the bottom of the fucking food chain,

But hey, a broken puzzle still has all the pieces,

Connect that to me, and I can't be defeated,

Too bad that's not how this is treated, you got me seated, barely breathin',

My voice can't avoid squeakin', the wounds have all deepened,

Damn, things just ain't been the same since you left,

Funny thing is you never were here, so it don't even feel like you left,

Not once in my life have I grasped hold of my breath,

Not once in my life have I let go of my death,

Sellin' my soul to someone who has never once been in my presence,

Rather than seekin' your help, I'm now seekin' my vengeance,

I counted on you to help manage my temperament,

But I've always had to count on myself to make my confessions,

You told me you would be able to put an end to the questions,

but over the course of this relation, we've made no progression,

Everything you tell me just increases the complexion,

Makin' it harder to believe in the existence of the heavens,

I thought you were supposed to be here to help me like my brethren,

Jesus Christ, you really are the fucking Devil,

And that's just one more thing that you forgot to fucking mention,

I'm dependin' on you but you're absent, where are you?!

 

[Verse 2]

I'm runnin' on the northeast street,

Cut to the ocean 'fore I run too low,

I'm runnin' on the northeast street,

Cut to the ocean 'fore I run too low,

Cut to the ocean 'fore I run too low,

The one that you are looking for,

You're not gonna find her,

Here,

The one that you are looking for,

You're not gonna find her,

Here,

Here,

 

[Verse 3]

Unable to obtain the location of the medication,

I suffer from the restraints set by all the vegetation,

I find it truly amazin', the way I find my days spent,

Feels like we're never agin', with propaganda's presentation,

But hey, ain't this what life is all about?

Come home, pop some pills, and knock the hell out?

Fall asleep on the floor and wake up on the couch?

And fucking lose my mind when the bottle runs out?!

God! Where the fuck are you?

I feel like the only thing I ever do with you is argue!

All of your taunts are encouragin' me to charge you,

But when blanket pulls away, I ask, where are you?

I'm a lone wolf in this cartoon,

The Bible is a myth, you're not really here, are you?

Never once have I seen any sort of hard proof,

God, where the fuck are you?!