Grim Salvo - BLACK RAINBOW (ft. Witchouse 40k)

“BLACK RAINBOW“ (ft. Witchouse 40k) off our new album MILDRED Prod. ³³marrow Edit by Zetsuboū絶望 (Chainsaw Man // Jujutsu Kaisen) Listen to MILDRED 👵 Follow GRIM SALVO Follow ³³marrow Follow Zetsuboū絶望 🪳LYRICS🪳 Terror when she told me “This is what you wanted” Somebody to hold me All I ever wanted Terror when she told me “This is what you wanted” Somebody to hold me All I ever wanted All I’ve got is time No hands No crown Eternal the shine When no one’s around I’ve had no plans on the lately Paranoid they smile when they hate me Fuck a urinal, piss in the mainstream What I gotta chop off so you’ll place me Choppin’ up snakey Demons overtake me Never had a good reason to be hasty ‘Till the wheels fell off of the daydream Yeah we would just take it when we lazy Didn’t hesitate it’s wild How we justify omega When we get a taste of venom Turn a quick fix into big dilemma I’m a dog but I’m not sure if I’ll go to heaven Thought I knew better Sneaking pills from her purse Bitch move, I belong in a hearse Addy got me feeling like I’m fallin in reverse Patty told me hiding in the shadows really only gonna make it worse I just wanna- I just wanna- I just wanna—hold it. A future that would’ve been golden Rumors of realms that don’t wither and fold in All I smell is some mold in the corners What good are you for then? Sweeter and more delectable that torture The more of those horrors that tend to enfold them Putrid the stench from the stables Forgotten rotted fable scapegoats they holed in I paid for your rage A million days Look at me now on my bullshit! Bitch I shit on this place I was pulled in Blood feathers break when I shed But not ever dead Upgrading my cage when I’m molting Now that I’m free, what is even illegal? Burn the whole church cause they’re perched on the steeple Go open the door but you won’t see no people Know some ring wraiths that’ll feed on your face if you don’t keep your distance We’re not going back It’s a suicide mission Lights in my head always on Every day is like Christmas Long as there’s one person still out there listening Then there’s still a resistance All our dead dreams detonated right at the core of this mold pearl We don’t need their assistance Wait, hold it Now I wield the dusty bone blade of the Ogress Sold us downriver Sold us down the phlegethon but we floated Just wait… Cause a carpet of bones till there’s nothing left pulsing Woefully I cannot help but to loathe this I hope that nobody knows this I’ll be there to deliver the finishing blow like a slow kiss I’m gon turn into a ghost, I don’t feel my body They say I’m broken, shattered bones, I don’t feel nobody I’m healing scars up in the cold, leave me frozen now I slowly walk a lonely road, I can’t save myself Glock on me I’m gon walk out the coffin I shot thirty See me hop on the block, take a lot for me I got bugs in my conscious, I rot… Everyone plot on me, knock off his top Fuck it I’ve got slugs in my system, my shots loaded Put the gun through your vision and pop forty Like a bully I spin on your block Spiderweb scope out the roof till they drop for me I got all these demons in my grave that leave me vacant Come and lay yo body wit me baby, won’t awaken Talkin’ wit the devil, sold my soul, but I could take it I had nothing left to heal my heart thats always breaking I got all these demons in my grave that leave me vacant Come and lay yo body wit me baby, won’t awaken Talkin’ wit the devil, sold my soul, but I could take it I had nothing left to heal my heart thats always breaking Terror when she told me “This is what you wanted” Somebody to hold me All I ever wanted Terror when she told me “This is what you wanted” Somebody to hold me All I ever wanted I just wanna—hold it. A future that would’ve been golden Rumors of realms that don’t wither and fold in All I smell is some mold in the corners What good are you for then? Sweeter and more delectable that torture The more of those horrors that tend to enfold them Putrid the stench from the stables Forgotten rotted fable scapegoats they holed in Etched like the base of a grave Covered in old magazines and dead roses Gotta put on a bold face for the lies and mistakes All the pain happening right underneath our noses Woefully I cannot help but to loathe this I hope that nobody knows this