Vidual

She asked me in detail how to get to where I'm from But I told her it won't work 'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt I saw some crimes when I was young and now my brain is gunk Haven't found the right sized sponge To rinse through all its wrongs I put my trust in many things but now I know that's dumb So I don't trust anyone, only get along with some Saw that girl again one time and now I know it's done And my eyes are so forlorn but her eyes are so full on I watch her creep between the streets beneath the setting sun I said hey, how, where you going with my gun? See some boiling blood beneath my skin, I crave her tongue As my head it starts to plunge so I follow where she's gone Kept me hollow by her side in a taxidermy skunk Oh, my brain is for her junk, change and lipstick in my lungs Left outside another night, I watch the city burn Hear her screaming all her words I say baby it's your turn And she keeps on, it's one of the people, she gets torched She's one of the people, she keeps on, as one of the people She sits as dust, with an earthly pus in a capsule on my tongue And I think of what we've done and sink into where she sunk Now up on my mantelpiece, she has no legs to run Still a trophy I ain't won, in a ceramic pot for one She scatters just like one of the people And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh --- Vidual - King Krule