Five Alive - Doomtree

Shambles as a rule

Tangled like

Chasing a train

But still look cool

Somehow still limp along

So fly that it feels like a strut

Like glitter on a black eye

Or tattoos over scars

Keeping all flames lit

When the breeze 5 alarm

Bet tho

Fresh coat of Rusto

Flat black (yeah duh)

Tight bolts, Presto

Till the bell tolls really

Till my knees and my speech goes silly

Till it reach that hilltop spread

With the views and the truth

Get whole, break bread

Been ready, been set

Been chilly, been dead

All the way live tho

By some twist of energy I’m alive

And I can’t just not

I’m head first, dive in

I was really dripping

Thinking there was peace to ink in

Guess I had fallen on my own pen

Writing «do you»

Now I’m really bending

Guessing Every sword is double edged

Never thought that art was war

Cut cord

I wonder

Do you too?

My friend he’s all heart

It’s on sleeve

He’s all hurt

He’s all art

He’s won’t speak

It decorates his arms

My girl she’s all work

She’s no sleep

She’s all hurt

She’s all art

She won’t grieve

It decorates my house

These tattoos don’t say much to you

Wake me up in the middle of a night terror

Im scared but these tats don’t talk me down

Safe arms & my fists can’t fight fair

Ghost Dad?

Nah son that’s Dadface to you

Left & right

Life or death, Aztec, more than skin deep, sacrifice the blood to you

Lines connect the scars like connect the dots, got 8 for my crew

Ink for my dead big sis center of the chest spot right where her heart went stop

Off tha RIP half dead plenty mizer

Pound foolish & a Pennywiser

Glucometer high but now my veins don’t pump that saccharin, fentanyl, Pfizer

Leave it running

Leave the keys in it

If I ain’t back in a minute, gun it

You can go and keep it

I got both feet on the gas

Something to prove, nothing to lose

Extra room in the back

Little petty cash

In the petticoat

So if the getaway’s gone

I’m still ready though

Hold steady on the straightaway, fast as fuck

Then it’s pencils down because the 8 bar’s up

Autumn walks along the woods

Hardest talks about the past

Always saying if I could’ve

Always ending in the glass

Only friends are finish last types

Soda jerks that miss the glass

All they ever did was gas light

No reverse… hit the gas

It’ll last, it’ll stay

The medicine is fast

The bed is never made

Head is in the past

Telling me to stay

Risk it all now?

Edit, let it fade

Edit edit, get it, gut it now

Check my night light, it ain’t coming down

Write for the night, I’m living, loving

Running, drilling, I did my bed, I’m done and gone

My friend he’s all heart

It’s on sleeve

He’s all hurt

He’s all art

He’s won’t speak

It decorates his arms

My girl she’s all work

She’s no sleep

She’s all hurt

She’s all art

She won’t grieve

It decorates my house