[Chorus] Had enough of bitter fruit, want the Lethe soup to pour Sick of people's wicked hearts, just wanna lie down and snore No cure once you enter this world, my heart's always sore Where all them original vows? World laughs at poor and whore [Verse 1] Oh the years rush fast, troubles always stack Empty head, still bumping, ears get a crack A curve then a slope, coming at me strong All my horns eventually ground down wrong What a pity, so many true hearts got eaten clean Life's a waveform up and down, never what it seems At the end just an empty shell dragged on the scene From being spoiled to seeing double, nothing's pristine Then I see, so many things are just extra weight From being caged to breaking the dome, it's great But I realize greed is a genetic trait You and me? We ain't even a thing, mate You go left (he goes right), he ain't gonna wait [Chorus] Had enough of bitter fruit, want the Lethe soup to pour Sick of people's wicked hearts, just wanna lie down and snore No cure once you enter this world, my heart's always sore Where all them original vows? World laughs at poor and whore [Verse 2] Four seasons in this life, I don't know how to plan My sickness got no cure, my wounds no band-aid can I pull out my medical record, tell the doc hit me hard I said when I close my eyes, I see a peacock in the yard But it never shows its tail, I look up at the sky It says there's no bird at all, teach me how to fly Should I just go with the current? Learn to grease my tongue? Once you start, you give your all, don't think you'll get it young Don't chase the motorcycle when you're a dog, or you'll lose everything Tears and sweat are both salty, but they don't know each other's sting Most times just forced into silence, getting used to a blank face walk Starting to love the colorless wine, accepting the things I used to mock 'Cause I've become a dog too, a dog that wags its tail when you talk [Chorus] Had enough of bitter fruit, want the Lethe soup to pour Sick of people's wicked hearts, just wanna lie down and snore No cure once you enter this world, my heart's always sore Where all them original vows? World laughs at poor and whore [Outro] World laughs at poor and whore
