Organic Rust - Alfa Mist

Serious face cos it’s really a race

Trying to stabilise while my health deteriorates

My fever leaves me a delirious state

Now I’m growing weary of fakes, here to replace

They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake

I don’t wanna lose my drive so I’m steering away

Plus I got a call saying that her period’s late

So I’m opening my calendar and clearing the dates

It’s fate, I’m just a battler, too black to be tatted up

A hunter and gatherer, lunge if you’re bad enough

Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister

I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt

Now I’m on the settee playing 3 months of Soul Calibur

I missed brekkie need lunch for the stamina

Young and dumb like a man in love (love)

Meant to vote (do the ballot) but

I’d rather see the planet crushed, Organic Rust

Can it just…

…all turn to organic rust?

I should be a fan of your kind

But you focus on the gram and the size

All your followers are tapping the like

Waiting for the chance to be the man you’re beside

All this surface talk while I’m knackered inside

I’d rather

Burn them all like I’m Anakin sky

All these

Planets collide, trying to capitalise

It’s the furthest I’ve even been but I’m lagging behind

At the

Front of the queue for the back of the line

With the devil’s idle hands and the passion of Christ (Christ)

Trying to plot a map in my mind

While you push the panic button, I’m pushing 29

Some people are pushing daises I could die anytime

Behind enemy lines of by friendly fire

Why does everything we hold close damage us?

I’m trusting, young and dumb

Like I had a buzz

When it all gives way and I’ve had enough

I got a few words for the man above

When I’m Organic Rust, trust

Can it just…

…turn to Organic Rust?