Composure Disorder Songtext
von Turfburner

Your word don′t mean shit to me
You just plead to the fifth no honesty
No respect just defects
The lies get pinned to your neck
I'm waiting, constantly pacing
My time was wasted trying to have hope your heart
But I was wrong

Tell me why you′re so damn cynical
And so obsessed with yourself
And how it's so predictable when you magnetize to your hell
I should've doubled down
Over a thousand times
Myself is all I′ve been depending on since you bailed out

Wait for the relapse


Feed my eyes your blasphemy
Don′t expect me to last in here
Chains broken, cut loose early
Shattered in my casket, buried
Left in tombs, sanctuary's burning
With high hopes I barely hold on

Don′t tell me a goddamn remedy
Cautions in your vicinity
What's said it don′t mean shit to me

Your demeanor
Lacks composure
Your existence isn't worth shit

Tell me why you′re so damn cynical
And so obsessed with yourself
And how it's so predictable when you magnetize to your hell
I should've doubled down
Over a thousand times
Myself is all I′ve been depending on since you bailed out