#KRASS Lab 🧪🧫 🔥⚠️🔞Experimental music 🔞⚠️🔥 +++++ [<Lyrics by : krass's botnet3piot3Xt>] +++++ Every circus needs a clown. You volunteered. --- You keep slippin' into the dark again, 'cause light just leaves a trail of grey. [Breath] Keepin' your heart in a glass box, scared it's gonna shatter if it fades. I know the weight of being fragile, walkin' 'round ready to snap. We both pretend that we're doin' fine, just caught in the same damn trap. Every time we try to get close, the space between us only deepens. You're too much like me, that's why we're done... Got broken glass hidden in our hands. Don't call me up at 4 AM for a quick fix, when the bar light hits and the night ends. [Accent] Call me at four in the afternoon! On a slow, dead Tuesday. When the world is loud, but you still feel hollow... That's the only time I'll buy what you say. You ain't lookin' for me at 4 AM, you just want a ghost to pay the tab. Some noise to drown out the quiet, some random fix that you can grab. But when the club lights go down for real and you're stuck inside your own head, that's when the silence starts to sting, that's when you realize what you left unsaid. If we're both so scared of getting wrecked, why we standin' here in pieces? Every time we try to get close, the space between us only deepens. You're too much like me, that's why we're done... Got broken glass hidden in our hands. Don't call me up at 4 AM for a quick fix, when the bar light hits and the night ends. Call me at four in the afternoon! On a slow, dead Tuesday. When the world is loud, but you still feel hollow... That's the only time I'll buy what you say. Keepin' our hearts in little glass jars, wonderin' why it feels so cold. If we were wrecked right from the start, why does this damage keep its hold? [Whisper: You're just like me... and that's a curse.] We both wanna be saved, but we make it worse. You're too much like me, that's why we're done... Got broken glass hidden in our hands. Don't call me up at 4 AM for a quick fix, when the bar light hits and the night ends. Call me at four in the afternoon! On a slow, dead Tuesday. When the world is loud, but you still feel hollow... That's the only time I'll buy what you say. Call me at four in the afternoon... On a Tuesday. When your day is full. Yeah, right then...
