Mr. HYDE Songtext
von Braden Bales

I′m the poster child for sinners
Afraid of the winter, I bought a one-way to LAX (oh-oh)
I lost my Bible
Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts (oh-oh)

Holy, I'm out of control, I′m moving onto the fast life
And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down
The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy
Like Jekyll's out of town

I′m turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he′ll make you cry (cry)
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (sight)
I lost when I tried to fight him


I beg your pardon, everything sounds distorted
Like every thought departed when everybody snorted (blow)
Now my hobby′s airing my dirty laundry
And if nobody stops me
I think this wind's about to (blow)

How could I say I′m fine when I'm busy nauseous?
I′ve officially lost it
Just a flight's what it costed, whoa
And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in mosh pits
I promise I didn′t want this
I can′t believe I'm so lost

I′m turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It′s not a pretty sight (not pretty)
I lost when I tried to fight him