Mount Zion ft. Humeberto.eme Lyrics

There's shrapnel in my heart, there's weed on the dresser

There's a cracked door to alleviate the pressure

Knock, knock, who is there? Who really cares?

It's the same cat, long stare, polished lens, all glare

Fair game, on some handshake preamble

Fingers and palms wrapped up in brambles

'Who is who?', fandom and Stan's galore

I stare back as a last resort

Whiskey and water and the sins of the father

Grin of a martyr, every sip of the lager

Hypothesize the horror in a menial place

I don't like change

Nothing stays the same

In and out of lanes

Who is there to blame?

"They don't make them, like they used to"

Says the one who used to make them

We want god, we throw our hands up

All we can do is ask

What did I do to deserve this?

Dogs breakfast

There's a symbol and a sign, there's a presence

There's a thimble on a line, no guessing

To where it's going, probably sewing up a lesson

Upon the face of a broken adolescent

You could really trace heavens in her eyes

I drew sevens, and I trembled in my mind

Tried to split em, couldn't get 'em where I liked

So now I'm splitting the decision with a knife

Go tell it on the mountain top, or mountain side

The mouths been dry, since I don't know 95

Or 9-6, 9-7, 9-8 maybe

I don't trust you baby, but it's lust we're craving

On god, who is really what they wanna be?

Ever seen your own picture and acted accordingly?

Breaking every fucking mirror that you own

Cause all we'll ever be is alone

"They don't make them, like they used to"

Says the one who used to make them

We want god, we throw our hands up

All we can do is ask

What did I do to deserve this?

Dogs breakfast…