Underneath all these layers (The layers of an onion) [Like Shrek, full of layers] -pretty sure the onion quote is dead-
I don't want you to remove my layers to find a person that isn't the same on the outside.
Onions are perfect because with each layer they look exactly alike.
If you took me apart we'd find the person I think you want me to be. (If you took me apart you'd be a murderer) [Don't try to find out, organs don't talk.] -The mess would be such a hassle-
I wish someone could tell me. It's all in the way, these layers they're all that we have.
I've been quoting the onions almost my entire life, I don't know if that's how great the line is or how much I haven't grown. Could be both. Pro tip: turn on a fan when cutting onions makes the process a whole lot easier.
All the acrid smoke And dust of the world Fills my lungs Burning Burning like a fire I can taste the sulfur on my tongue And feel the charcoal sticking to my fingertips I look around And all I see is a wasteland.
Ever felt cursed before? You kidding me? I was cursed at birth. You kidding me? I was cursed at birth. Ever felt cursed before?
All right? All right
No right? No right
I'm gonna burn up, baby. And ya gonna burn up, too. We all gonna end some time, that's the rule. And we gonna go enjoy. Ya gonna burn up, baby. But ya gonna burn it true. I'm gonna burn up, baby. And I gonna burn so free. I'm gonna burn so free.
If I told you what it is I want like you ask I tell, would it matter much? Matter at all? You forget over and over we've ever had this talk so if open up, spill my lair for you, how I am I to find the confidence in spite of the fear? And I ask you to give me a hand. Explain what it is that will satisfy. You agree to air. Close your eager eyes. Wake. And forget. Until it happens again. Every single bed time. Til I hit the grave. Pinpoint. Comet style. Crush the earth. Leave a bitter hole. Never quite sure if I'm hurting myself or hurting someone else.
They, they call me greedy, exclusive, taciturn. . .
That I've learned from my disease --chronic listening-- which voices I'd rather not hear.
Most of these sing song smiley faces beat you to the punch as if they're racing past you after a ******* badge.
You want a badge? Well good for you. Go online and buy one. They said "spill your guts" And So you spill out *******. Thinking that you're making friends, while I'm hard pressed to believe you would be believed by anyone worth friending. You want a badge? Good for you! I'll make you a deal if you decide to buy one. I'll pay the cost for the custom laser engraving: "Sheriff Big ****" in the land of "No One Gives A ****"