MDD Lyrics
| Song | MDD |
| Artist | Rylan Elle Co |
| Album | MDD |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Colton Scragg | |
| 作曲 : Colton Scragg/Emmanuel Alias | |
| All you see is recycled pain | |
| Passed down through my parents' DNA | |
| Unprepared, running scared | |
| Now before I left home the lessons | |
| I learned were directed from her | |
| How the liquor lessens the burn | |
| When the first incident occurred | |
| I saw my step-father on a stretcher | |
| Alcohol was there to catch her | |
| Others drink it with chase | |
| Well she drinks it straight | |
| Just to chase away the demons | |
| Now she's leaving | |
| Separated, but the memories never faded | |
| I guess she never thought of | |
| Being brought up as a product | |
| Of a deadbeat would ever be a problem | |
| Delivered by destruction, considered me corrupted from the government | |
| Bitter from a mother that didn't love her kid enough to make it home again | |
| Alone again in the city, grouped in with these other lost souls | |
| Too old to be adopted, too young to be forgotten | |
| Always stuck with a sense of caution | |
| Like every day could be your last chance to blossom | |
| Can't shelter the pain like a homeless kid | |
| So I fell to the flames, emotionless | |
| And felt no faith, just hopelessness | |
| So I held to a blade just to cope with this | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don't know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can't be rehearsed, can't be rehearsed | |
| If I could reverse this hearse into a carriage | |
| Just to see my brother grow and never have to perish | |
| After that my family died, girlfriend left ashes of my past laid buried in my skin | |
| Had to carry on, "Stay Strong" | |
| Tatted over hieroglyphs carved in my arms | |
| This is more than self-harm | |
| Scars that you have to decipher | |
| Behind these bars like a lifer | |
| Pressed to the limit like a semi-automatic | |
| Depressed is a given for many on this planet | |
| Expressed how I'm living, now I'm ready to die | |
| If depression was a drug we suppress it til we're numb | |
| Hold it steady as I try, desperation as I cry | |
| They say we ain't damaged, it's all in our head | |
| They don't see the blood falling in the end | |
| The finger, the trigger, they figure we're ignorant | |
| When we're tying the noose, just to strangle the truth | |
| How can one make such an escape | |
| Just to suffocate, just to suffocate | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don't know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can't be rehearsed, can't be rehearsed | |
| Watch as I fall, deeper depressed | |
| Deep under pressure, speak of the pressure | |
| Pressure makes diamonds | |
| Pressure the mind and see the asylum | |
| I bleed for the dying | |
| To bury their names, to carry their graves | |
| They seek an alliance, I'm fighting my demons | |
| See all the tyrants, see all the time | |
| I'm writing my reasons | |
| Depend on the pen or the blade, depends on the pen or the blade | |
| I'm penning your name, don't mention the pain | |
| All over my wrist, these tattoos | |
| So selling my spirit is past due | |
| We pay a toll just to save a soul | |
| Can't save us all so I face my flaws and reflect on the cause of it | |
| mirror the image of past abuse | |
| Won't fear the visions, go passed my limits | |
| Of being a victim of being evicted, of being a witness to livin' in hell | |
| I was burnin' up | |
| They were turnin' up just to fill the void | |
| Can't kill the noise couldn't avoid | |
| Watching my mother get smacked around | |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown |
| zuo ci : Colton Scragg | |
| zuo qu : Colton Scragg Emmanuel Alias | |
| All you see is recycled pain | |
| Passed down through my parents' DNA | |
| Unprepared, running scared | |
| Now before I left home the lessons | |
| I learned were directed from her | |
| How the liquor lessens the burn | |
| When the first incident occurred | |
| I saw my step-father on a stretcher | |
| Alcohol was there to catch her | |
| Others drink it with chase | |
| Well she drinks it straight | |
| Just to chase away the demons | |
| Now she' s leaving | |
| Separated, but the memories never faded | |
| I guess she never thought of | |
| Being brought up as a product | |
| Of a deadbeat would ever be a problem | |
| Delivered by destruction, considered me corrupted from the government | |
| Bitter from a mother that didn' t love her kid enough to make it home again | |
| Alone again in the city, grouped in with these other lost souls | |
| Too old to be adopted, too young to be forgotten | |
| Always stuck with a sense of caution | |
| Like every day could be your last chance to blossom | |
| Can' t shelter the pain like a homeless kid | |
| So I fell to the flames, emotionless | |
| And felt no faith, just hopelessness | |
| So I held to a blade just to cope with this | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don' t know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can' t be rehearsed, can' t be rehearsed | |
| If I could reverse this hearse into a carriage | |
| Just to see my brother grow and never have to perish | |
| After that my family died, girlfriend left ashes of my past laid buried in my skin | |
| Had to carry on, " Stay Strong" | |
| Tatted over hieroglyphs carved in my arms | |
| This is more than self-harm | |
| Scars that you have to decipher | |
| Behind these bars like a lifer | |
| Pressed to the limit like a semi-automatic | |
| Depressed is a given for many on this planet | |
| Expressed how I' m living, now I' m ready to die | |
| If depression was a drug we suppress it til we' re numb | |
| Hold it steady as I try, desperation as I cry | |
| They say we ain' t damaged, it' s all in our head | |
| They don' t see the blood falling in the end | |
| The finger, the trigger, they figure we' re ignorant | |
| When we' re tying the noose, just to strangle the truth | |
| How can one make such an escape | |
| Just to suffocate, just to suffocate | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don' t know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can' t be rehearsed, can' t be rehearsed | |
| Watch as I fall, deeper depressed | |
| Deep under pressure, speak of the pressure | |
| Pressure makes diamonds | |
| Pressure the mind and see the asylum | |
| I bleed for the dying | |
| To bury their names, to carry their graves | |
| They seek an alliance, I' m fighting my demons | |
| See all the tyrants, see all the time | |
| I' m writing my reasons | |
| Depend on the pen or the blade, depends on the pen or the blade | |
| I' m penning your name, don' t mention the pain | |
| All over my wrist, these tattoos | |
| So selling my spirit is past due | |
| We pay a toll just to save a soul | |
| Can' t save us all so I face my flaws and reflect on the cause of it | |
| mirror the image of past abuse | |
| Won' t fear the visions, go passed my limits | |
| Of being a victim of being evicted, of being a witness to livin' in hell | |
| I was burnin' up | |
| They were turnin' up just to fill the void | |
| Can' t kill the noise couldn' t avoid | |
| Watching my mother get smacked around | |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown |
| zuò cí : Colton Scragg | |
| zuò qǔ : Colton Scragg Emmanuel Alias | |
| All you see is recycled pain | |
| Passed down through my parents' DNA | |
| Unprepared, running scared | |
| Now before I left home the lessons | |
| I learned were directed from her | |
| How the liquor lessens the burn | |
| When the first incident occurred | |
| I saw my step-father on a stretcher | |
| Alcohol was there to catch her | |
| Others drink it with chase | |
| Well she drinks it straight | |
| Just to chase away the demons | |
| Now she' s leaving | |
| Separated, but the memories never faded | |
| I guess she never thought of | |
| Being brought up as a product | |
| Of a deadbeat would ever be a problem | |
| Delivered by destruction, considered me corrupted from the government | |
| Bitter from a mother that didn' t love her kid enough to make it home again | |
| Alone again in the city, grouped in with these other lost souls | |
| Too old to be adopted, too young to be forgotten | |
| Always stuck with a sense of caution | |
| Like every day could be your last chance to blossom | |
| Can' t shelter the pain like a homeless kid | |
| So I fell to the flames, emotionless | |
| And felt no faith, just hopelessness | |
| So I held to a blade just to cope with this | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don' t know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can' t be rehearsed, can' t be rehearsed | |
| If I could reverse this hearse into a carriage | |
| Just to see my brother grow and never have to perish | |
| After that my family died, girlfriend left ashes of my past laid buried in my skin | |
| Had to carry on, " Stay Strong" | |
| Tatted over hieroglyphs carved in my arms | |
| This is more than self-harm | |
| Scars that you have to decipher | |
| Behind these bars like a lifer | |
| Pressed to the limit like a semi-automatic | |
| Depressed is a given for many on this planet | |
| Expressed how I' m living, now I' m ready to die | |
| If depression was a drug we suppress it til we' re numb | |
| Hold it steady as I try, desperation as I cry | |
| They say we ain' t damaged, it' s all in our head | |
| They don' t see the blood falling in the end | |
| The finger, the trigger, they figure we' re ignorant | |
| When we' re tying the noose, just to strangle the truth | |
| How can one make such an escape | |
| Just to suffocate, just to suffocate | |
| Put it on his grave | |
| Younger brother taught me how to hang | |
| Same blood running through my veins | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| Still I focus on the pain | |
| MDD | |
| If you don' t know what that means | |
| Do your research, do your research | |
| All this pain | |
| Can' t be rehearsed, can' t be rehearsed | |
| Watch as I fall, deeper depressed | |
| Deep under pressure, speak of the pressure | |
| Pressure makes diamonds | |
| Pressure the mind and see the asylum | |
| I bleed for the dying | |
| To bury their names, to carry their graves | |
| They seek an alliance, I' m fighting my demons | |
| See all the tyrants, see all the time | |
| I' m writing my reasons | |
| Depend on the pen or the blade, depends on the pen or the blade | |
| I' m penning your name, don' t mention the pain | |
| All over my wrist, these tattoos | |
| So selling my spirit is past due | |
| We pay a toll just to save a soul | |
| Can' t save us all so I face my flaws and reflect on the cause of it | |
| mirror the image of past abuse | |
| Won' t fear the visions, go passed my limits | |
| Of being a victim of being evicted, of being a witness to livin' in hell | |
| I was burnin' up | |
| They were turnin' up just to fill the void | |
| Can' t kill the noise couldn' t avoid | |
| Watching my mother get smacked around | |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown |
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