Charade (feat. Vincente Void & Hash Gordon)

(To be by myself, lonely in death) (That is my fate) I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name A loser in this game we play So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate Sedated by your serenade So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade Charade, this charade, this charade Charade, this charade, this charade What are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade Charade, this charade, this charade Charadе, this charade, this charade What are you afraid to say? I'm donе with this charade (I'm going to disappear now) (Perhaps, I will disappear forever) So, if you want me gone for good You'll have to dig and rip my feet from beneath the ground I stood I wish you would And don'tcha beat around the bush I'll find a place to mark your grave With the daisies that you'll push You know I could I wanna see things from inside of your skin I wanna pull the seams back and stick my skeleton in I wanna know what it's like without a Ritalin script Without an epinephrine pen for my adrenaline I wanna see how the other half lives While I've been rent-free living in their head's residence And I'm sorry if you're always sore from riding my dick It's just too, too, too, too, too fucking fun to be cringe Yeah What? Bitch I'm a who? I'm a what? I'm a piece of fucking shit I'm a who? I'm a what? I'm a- Say it, bitch Aye, what you gon' do? Skin so thin, your thoughts are see-through There ain't shit I ain't already knew You're an out-of-date wagie Corporate stooge Dirt, under my shoe It's gon' hurt when I stomp on you Watch you squirm back into the womb You return to that bitch And you'll feel me soon (Drop that bitch) Lies, and lies A leather-bound disguise Though crocodiles could never feign as insincere a cry Lies, and lies Dishonest by design And when my lips tear through your lips There's nowhere left to hide Lungs are growing tired from wasting my breath Words won't break through the walls 'round your head I've tried all I can I've got nothing left This is the fate I'll have to accept Pushed out of a world I don't understand And I'm left on my own with my flaws in hand But you made me think I'm less of a man I'd rather bare my soul than hide who I am Take that mask that you've made And shove it up your ass Shatter your complex Since you niggas ain't built to last Identity crisis You a walkin' body bag This real nigga real retarded Got the human race mad Switching your religion Living as a runner Puppet on a string You're scared of your own conductor Piss 'em off Make 'em suffer I'm a fed hunter Staying true To my suit While you livin' through (Another) I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name A loser in this game we play So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate Sedated by your serenade So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade I've been a slave to shame, a wasted name A loser in this game we play So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade I've been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate Sedated by your serenade So, what are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade Charade, this charade, this charade Charade, this charade, this charade What are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade Charade, this charade, this charade Charade, this charade, this charade What are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade Charade, this charade, this charade Charade, this charade, this charade What are you afraid to say? I'm done with this charade You, you're nothing to me Yeah, you're nothing to me You're nothing to- (It's too late, now) Me (Me, me) Yeah (Yeah, yeah) You're nothing to me You're nothing to-