Organic Rust Songtext
von Alfa Mist

Serious face ′cause it's really a race
Tryna stabilise while my health deteriorates

My fever leaves me in delirious state
Now I′m growing weary of fakes
Here to replace, they cheer me and wait

Until they hear a mistake
I don't wanna lose my drive so I'm steering away
Plus I got a call saying that her period′s late

So I′m opening my calendar and clearing the dates
It's fate, I′m just a battler
Too black to be tattered upper
Hunter and gatherer
Lunge if you're bad enough
When thrown downstairs I clung to the banister
I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt
Now I′m on the set playing three monks of soul calibre

I miss brekkie, need lunch for the stamina

Young and dumb like a man in love


Meant to vote, do the ballot
But I'd rather see the planet crushed
Organic rust

Can it just
All turn to organic rust

I should be a fan of your kind
But you focus on the ′gram and the size
All your followers are tapping a like
Waiting for the chance to be the man you're beside
All this surface talk while I'm knackered inside
I′d rather burn them all like I′m Anakin Sky
All these planets collide tryna capitalise
It's the furthest I′ve ever been but I'm lagging behind
At the front of the queue for the back of the line
With the devil′s idle hands and the passion of Christ

Tryna plot a map in my mind
While you push the panic button, I'm pushing twenty-nine
Some people are pushing daisies, I could die anytime
Behind enemy lines or by friendly fire

Why does everything we hold close damage us?
I′m trusting, young and dumb like I had a buzz
When it all gives way and I've had enough


I got a few words for the man above
When I'm organic rust, trust

Can it just
Turn to organic rust