[Lyric] Pennywise /// m a n n y . (looms.)

[Verse 1: looms.]
And he be lifted on his ones again
Love the lack of light an appetite for when the sun descends
Flash back to swearing he’d never be one of them
If you hate the now by default do you love the end?
It's fucked up that dumb luck had got him this far
Cold solders quick march living to be discharged
Kids laughed all bathing in their naivety
Save face and raise the front that few have seen beneath
Philosophize in private, lеt the pastor preach
Looms up on a m a n n y beat, that’s a bangеr guaranteed
Manic dreams, fallacies and catastrophes
Hack the seams of reality grab the Haberdashery
Damn it he’s got to hiding inside the higher plane
Lack of friendly memories it’s time to let the mind erase
Like he ever could command it, heart’s the darkest
She laughed and ate it regardless without the garnish
Starving artist, need to be eating his words
Cause they equate to the pay that he be seeking in verse
See that’s an argument he never willing to instigate
But push comes to shove and scraps occupy the dinner plate
Sick of love, sick of trust, and sick of fate
And sick of time, he ain’t itching to grip a Zimmer frame
Searching for nirvana nah nevermind
Down and out getting high clown about with pennywise
Down and out getting high clown about with pennywise