Path Of Chaos – SBY Turner Lyrics
Had to come up and attack you like a moral refice
Always rolling up with bad news, we rolling that dice
Between a sad story, mad gory horrory night
And a bad forty jack story path to the sky
Yes, we living out our days where we just living to die
Always show it on our face, but we just living a lie
And we still working to the grave just for some minimum fries
Well would you fret if I said I'm sick of minimal life
I'm sick of working every day for me and mom to suffice
I'm sick of working every day for me and mom to survive
Sick of holding out my grace, I'm really sick of disguise
I try to hide it on my page, but deep inside I just cry
Think about all of the days I saw the physical fly
In thе blink of an eye
It's like my mom's on thе floor next a bruise and a knife
It went from every single week to almost every single night
Remember sitting on the couch for the cops to arrive
They wouldn't take him out our house for the love of the Christ
So I sat there so defeated, he ran loose in our home
And maybe if she would retreated, he wouldn't loosen our home
See, it's my mama who was beaten, laying loose on the floor
While this deadbeat drawn addict, tried to prove she was wrong
He was really good at it, he had mom even fool'd
Tried to say he had to go 'cause the evidence proves
You can't mix hate with the family that's been loving on you
But he kept on coming back just to start an attack
Had to take some safe measures knowing he would retract
Always walk on eggshells hoping he won't collapse
So I steady stay ill so that he don't break hell
'Cause the day he comes 'round, you know he'll break well
It's the track of my tears and the path of my feels
I'm an eternal path to this chaos
I'm an eternal path to this, no more map to fix (Chaos)
And there's no more after this, so we have to live (Chaos)
And I had half the shit that you had to live
But you can have that shit, that's just how I live
I'm at the edge of my rope
And it feels like the tears are trying to edge up my throat
When it feels like the feels are sick of letting it go
Held for years off the fear they'll shear or letter me off
Well, I got a horrid past and I am letting em' know
If I ever saw his face, I swear I'm letting em' blow
'Cause I was just a little kid thinking hell was a home
He would break the TV, go and tear up the couch
Even if he saw me, he would tear up the house
It was 2018, I was small as an ounce
This shit is making me scream, get the terrorist out
Even if he got clean, it would vary him out
It wasn't drugs, but it was things that he was burying down
So nothing that we ever did would seem to carry him out
Of the trances he was in, he was feeding us doubt
Like he steady try to keep up with us keeping him out
He would steady act normal, later slam ha' ass down
Everything was fucking normal, then he'd do it again
It was every time I left, her phone would slam in his hand
It's like every time he lept, he lost his self as a man
And maybe if he would've left, this wouldn't happen again
He would bang up on the walls and kick the cabinet in
He would sleep on top of cars, when they was clashing again
He would dig up our yard just to see her get pist
Had to come up and attack you like a moral refice
Always rolling up with bad news, we rolling that dice
Between a sad story, mad gory horrory night
And a bad forty jack story path to the sky
Yes, we living out our days where we just living to die
Always show it on our face, but we just living a lie
And we still working to the grave just for some minimum fries
Well would you fret if I said I'm sick of minimal life
I'm sick of working every day for me and mom to suffice
I'm sick of working every day for me and mom to survive
Sick of holding out my grace, I'm really sick of disguise
I try to hide it on my page, but deep inside I just cry
Think about all of the days I saw the physical fly
In the blink of an eye
It's like my mom's on the floor next a bruise and a knife
It went from every single week to almost every single night
Remember sitting on the couch for the cops to arrive
They wouldn't take him out our house for the love of the Christ
So I sat there so defeated, he ran loose in our home
And maybe if she would retreated, he wouldn't loosen our home
See, it's my mama who was beaten, laying loose on the floor
While this deadbeat drawn addict, tried to prove she was wrong
He was really good at it, he had mom even fool'd
Tried to say he had to go 'cause the evidence proves
You can't mix hate with the family that's been loving on you
But he kept on coming back just to start an attack
Had to take some safe measures knowing he would retract
Always walk on eggshells hoping he won't collapse
So I steady stay ill so that he don't break hell
'Cause the day he comes 'round, you know he'll break well
It's the track of my tears and the path of my feels
I'm an eternal path to this chaos
I'm an eternal path to this, no more map to fix
And there's no more after this, so we have to live
And I had half the shit that you had to live
But you can't have that shit, that's just how I live
Álbum In My Head: Path Of Chaos, de SBY Turner; compositor James Turner. Lançada em 9 de julho de 2026, fala de luta e sobrevivência.























