trench lyrics bot

(welcome to trench)

my opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them

keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving

but this year, though i'm far from home

the softest echo could be enough for me to make it through

i probably shouldn't show you, but it's way too late

i'm done with tip-toeing, i'll stay in my room

fall out of formation, i plan my escape from walls they confined

isn't what i want, blood is on my tongue, i cut my lip

i'm flying from a fire, from nico and the niners, oh

i'm not disrespecting what was left behind just pleading that it does not get glorified

do they know i was grown with you?

they know what i mean

ones and zeroes, ergo this symphony

lovin' what i'm tastin', venom on my tongue, dependant at times

if you need anyone

promise me this, if i lose to myself, you won't mourn a day and you'll move onto someone else

i'm just a ghost, i'll morph to someone else

not done, not done, not done, josh dun

oh, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me, oh!

i could use the streams and extra conversations, i could give up, and boost up my reputation