Gut Dance (Tasha Orbita's Jukebox Cover)
# Original here # # https://suno.com/song/72ba156d-71ad-44be-ad17-fe29bb2422fa # # GO LISTEN TO IT, FUCKER # [Intro] [Spoken Word] "We're so close to fail, dude. Whatever, fuckin' DO IT, GOD!" [Verse 1] Drops fall out of sync, Dirt's smeared all over the floor, My gaze lies in the sink, Pain's scent seeps through the door. 'FUCKKK? Neighbors love cooking, of course. Food's delicious, but I'm nauseous. Wind bitches, children sleep, Cold creeps into the city deep. I protect myself from myself, Too bad I don't have friends to help. [Verse 2] Sounds of sex are minor and dull, Duller still, watching its mechanics. Showering thoughts pour monotone, Expecting a different dynamic. I stand in total darkness, alone (~Hellooooo?) I hear the echo of empty shelves. I don't feel myself, I feel myself like a star. I've longed for you extreme, I've forgotten who the fuck you are. [Hook] Thank you for tuning into our show, Things are so different down below. [Chorus] Find your sin, find yours. Find his own, find hers, Yours is yours, mine is nothing, My special guest, Got my gut THRASHINGGG!! [Verse 3] You love the god within yourself, My bruises and your hatred. All is forgiven after a prayer. Neighbors didn't hear my scream, But they're so happy to greet me. (Hahaha,) I'm a balloon and a bullet, always alone, I'm the answer to a question, yes and no. Pierced through, air hisses out of me, No sound, and I'm flying, as far as I can be, To be the sole under someone's BOOT! [Bridge] DENYING / TRUTH. PRAYING / TOOLS. SELLING / STEAL. POSING / REALLL! [Verse 4] How many times must I scream at the moon, For a woman to say she's coming soon? She'd come and turn off the spotlight, And pull the knife from my back, fried tight. I hope I'd help her dearly, too. BLAT! BLAT! I hear the echo of empty shells, I don't feel myself, I feel myself so much, I've longed for a touch, But I've forgotten who you are, dammit. [Hook] Thank you for tuning into our shitshow, Things are so different down below. [Chorus] Find your sin, find yours. Find his own, find hers, Yours is yours, mine is nothing, My special guest, Got her head THRASHING! Got her head MESSED! Shot her head BLESSED! GOT HER HEADDD!!! ######################## ## So, good cover, right?? <3 ## ########################
