Please help me
I’m melting
Selling my soul
One roll at a time
I swallow my spine
At the slightest mention
Claiming my tension’s
Pull’s too strong
I’m wrong
Same song
Dancing around the truth
A spoof of myself
My wealth’s a belt
Slapping welts across my stomach
A 6ft summit
I plummet screaming
Help me please
My knees are raw
I felt the breeze
Release my jaw
Healthy p-eople
Don’t heed the call
Help me please
I think I’m evil
Please save me
My misbehaving
Is shaving my zest
I tried to invest
But my best is a lemon
I’m picking out stems and
Losing weight
My gate, is broken
I’ve lost my stride
The state I’ve chosen
Costs my hide
My pride collides
With tides of can’t
My rant, is my excuse
I’m less than use
My noose is tying
I’m crying
Please shelter me
My sleeves are long
I felt disease
Speed through my bones
I’m sweltering
The heats so strong
Please shelter me
From my evil
Please leave me
Stuck believing
I might change
Drains the light
Brightly shinning behind you
Pressing rewind do
You see the real monster
I am a concert
Reduced to a riot
I am the sponsor
Saying, “go ahead, try it”
I’m like a pilot
On a diet of whiskey
My characters shifty
I’m Ypsi and,
Your Mercy’s my rival
You swim in denial
Meanwhile
Don’t help me, leave
My greed’s my all
My hell exceeds
Your needs are small
Your shell is weak
I’ll see it fall
Don’t help me, leave
I’m evil
credits
from Reality Cheque,
released March 3, 2011
Written by Wex, Lyrics by Boca, Performed by MHR, Produced by Wex
The London collective combine Afrobeat, dub, Latin music, jazz, and more for an album that simmers and percolates. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 25, 2019