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Bad Seed Gospel

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[Verse 1] You carry chaos like a gift in a box Smile too sweet, but the seams are shot Every promise you make got a footnote rot Talk big game, but the walk stay not You make a mess, then you name it fate Point at the sky when you break that plate Want a crown, but you can't hold weight Want a seed, but you poison the crate You pass that damage down like rent Call it love, but it's ill-intent Every little door you touch get bent Leave a room worse than how you went [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you talk that pretty, but it's paper-thin All that noise, still the rot sets in You don't build up, you just chip and grin Now the whole house knows where you've been [Chorus] Don't make more of you Don't make more of you Burn that chain right through Don't make more of you No new pain, no new lies No more storms in small disguise Don't make more of you Don't make more of you [Verse 2] You want applause for a minimum act Want a clean slate, but the ledger don't match Every excuse got a snake in the latch Every soft lie got a harsh little scratch You trim the truth just to fit your frame Then act shocked when the mirror name Same old smoke with a brand new claim Same old hunger with a kinder name I seen your kind when the pride run deep Hold that grudge like a hole in a sheet You plant quick anger in rows so neat Then act confused when it won't bear peace [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you talk that pretty, but it's paper-thin All that noise, still the rot sets in You don't build up, you just chip and grin Now the whole house knows where you've been [Chorus] Don't make more of you Don't make more of you Burn that chain right through Don't make more of you No new pain, no new lies No more storms in small disguise Don't make more of you Don't make more of you [Bridge] Let the cycle die tonight Let the broken leave the light You had chances, you had time Still you turned love into a crime One last word, then shut that door You don't get roots where you made a war If you won't change, then step aside Some lines end when the truth arrives [Final Chorus] Don't make more of you Don't make more of you Burn that chain right through Don't make more of you No new pain, no new lies No more storms in small disguise Don't make more of you Don't make more of you