Tallah – Wendrid Lyrics

Tallah – Wendrid Lyrics

I’m just a bug in the wall
Like an electrical storm
I’ll surge ’til I blow out your circuits
If that’s the price to pay
Paint me green and remember my misery

I’m living on that cemetery schedule
I been up all night writing obituaries
Hands like a devil
Speaking in riddles
Pen cracks and leaks ink all over the table…

I’m in between two wrongs
A head-tilting scene
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow

I did my best
Now it’s your turn to rot
And it’s my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out
The mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid

Here’s your chance to let me know your virtues
Anyway, you’ll soon join my recipe for pain
Well, one of many

Hey, listen how the music serves to calm me down
While you’re coming ’round
You were so goddamned cunning
But I caught you out, so I’ll gut you now
I look at myself and look at my pain
A weapon that’s not meant to stay
A weapon that’s not meant to stay
It gets in the way
I look at myself and look at my pain
I look at my pain
It gets in the way

But I’m just a bug in the wall
Like an electrical storm
I’ll surge ’til I blow out your circuits
If that’s the price to pay
Paint me green and remember my misery

I’m in between two wrongs
A head-tilting scene
All carved up and stabbing with sorrow

Yeah… gimme’ two more years
I’ll get the ticket for your one-way ride to wayside’s resign
You’re a posh guy whose dreams’ll be personified
Live it wild while you’re vilified, defiled, and unwinding

It feels just like Christmas
You’re ribboned and wrapped for the press
I wonder what they’ll say next!
Last time, I guess they didn’t care much for the razor blades…
But I’m an adaptable kinda’ guy!
Ribboned and wrapped like a gift
Dressed up all spiff’
If I were a betting man, I’d say you’ll be the next big hit!
Shit, they might want a refill
And I wasn’t prepared to write a sequel
It’s just like Christmas Day!
You’re ribboned and wrapped for display
Stuffed in the sleigh
‘Til somebody comes along and tries to open this present
Imagine what it’ll feel like unraveling such a perfectly wrapped package
Only to feast their eyes upon you

Last chance to let me know your virtues
Anyways, you’ll soon join my recipe for pain
Well, one of many

I did my best
Now, it’s your turn to rot
And it’s my turn to eat
My best, my best, my Wendrid
You spat me out
The mechanical blast self-destructs at the seam
My best, my best, my Wendrid

Let’s see what’s underneath