6666 (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Stefon Alexander/Charles Andrew Bothwell

Composed by：Cory Grindberg

I ain't never been to war

Knock on f**king wood

And neither have you

So we're doing pretty good

I ain't never killed a man

Once I stole to eat

I knew I wouldn't starve

It's all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton

Herbert Hoover

Speaking Shakespeare to the stones

And hope that they'll be moved by words

Turn rivers into reservoirs

I think I'm f**k it

I used to think I was Casanova

But I crumble nowadays

Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship Papa

Spanish Civil War

Fishing off the Keys

Bullfights and cigars

Man that s**t don't work for me

I'm on some F**k Bukowski

Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right right

Turning over every single stone

In search of signs of life

It's kinda nice

Quiet life yeah

Far from the guns of war

Run my fingers through the grass

And listen to you talk

Sunlight in the curtains

Freckles on your skin

This is my Everest this my Silk Road

This my south pole Shackleton

Yeah life is protest

We are weapons

God d**n love like Arab Spring

There are frontiers

They are endless

And they're in our everything

The sun ain't set on me yet

I ain't got much but I'm not alone

Inside each life there are four fists

We are made whole through our broken jaws

Broken jaws jaws

Broken jaws

I'm ready I'm patient I wait

Wait wait

No I ain't

I'm scared and I'm quick to escape

Yeah he went that a way

Maybe flattered and scattering

Or flattened and shattering

Or collecting data

I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling

Whoa

Free where the breeze will take me

Helium and balloon but no string

This what nobody wanted

We stuck so far under

We so out of sync

Just remember to breathe

Just remember to be

Just remember how beast you be

Reach for like anything

Do that s**t easy

Nothing comes easy

Just take it easy

Do what the needs be

There ain't no freebies

Earn what you keeping

Or think they do not need me

'Cuz they don't if you sleeping

Caught in the romance and drama of woe is me

Stopped 'em from catching they opening

And there won't be credits

This won't stop happening ever

The sun ain't set on me yet

I ain't got much but I'm not alone

Inside each life there are four fists

We are made whole through our broken jaws

I'm learning it never makes sense

And that's ok oh

That life is a weapon itself

With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell

Just each day day

And life is a death in itself

And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well

It's so strange

The past is a part of me now

There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself

So I'm sleepin in it

No erasing the past

Back what I lost 'cuz

I ain't dead yet I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead I ain't

I ain't dead