SBY Turner – Path Of Chaos Lyrics

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