Nic Hanson Moriana
Yeah
Two sides
No signs of depth
One side like the knife of a chef
How it shines, other side mad caked with digust
Either way it's nothing robust
One side fake lust
Other side fake musty
Everybody fake deep
S'how it just be
You don't even have the sentences to judge me
Baby trust me
Black or white
Wrong or right
No in-between
Paper-thin
Let's pretend
What we mean
Oh! And there's nothing to outweigh the good
Oh! And there's nothing to outweigh the bad
And you never know how to feel
My lord is a double-edged sword
Heaven's nothing but a cheap-ass thrill
And so is hell
My lord is a double-edged sword
Why you wanna always stand so still?
It isn't real
My lord is a double-edged sword
Trust
Falling like light at dusk
There's nothing robust
Give me something with substance
Give me something with sustenance
Death
Falling like an exhaled breath
'Cause there's nothing really left
Give me something with substance
Give me something with sustenance
