He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the monster
Watch him try to find ya
Watch him try to find ya
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the monster
Watch him try to find ya
Watch him try to find ya
You can't empathize with the unempathized
See freedom terror in their eyes, and realize
The prize is the present
The present presents themselves as future relics
Calm down boy, don't be selfish
Succumb to the feeling
Oh I can't feel it
Errands with the funds man
Yeah you can't steal it
Gamble with the cards man
Yeah you can't deal it
I understand what he is
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit (Back)
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit (Back)
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
Push out, punch out
I'm gonna fuck you up
Push out, punch out
I'm gonna fuck you up
Push out, punch out
I'm gonna fuck you up
I know what he is
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the monster
Watch him try to find ya
Watch him try to find ya
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the monster
Watch him try to find ya
Watch him try to find ya
Go ahead and ride the wave
You surfboard down to your grave
You say you talented, but where the hell are your accolades?
I criticize I never hate
I don't care what you got to say
These people move so funny
Man, it's hard to see y'all percolate
Go ahead and fuck with the monsters
I wipe my hands to imposters
Go ahead and walk downstairs
I know my future and it's very clear
I understand what he is
Take back, take back, take back
Push out, punch out, push out, punch out
Take back, take back, take back
Push out, punch out, push out
Wanna get ahead, I'm gonna talk yo shit
C'mon go ahead, man
Talk yo shit
Go ahead, go ahead and talk yo shit
Go ahead and fuck it up
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the monster
Watch him try to find ya
Watch him try to find ya
Monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the
Run from the
Run from the
Wake up, wake up
(If you stare into the abyss long enough)
(If you stare into the abyss long enough
It stares back at you)
Wake up, back in
Wake up, back in
Stop it
You can't run from the
You can't run from the
You can't run from the
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Stop it
You can't run from the
You can't run from the
You can't run from the
You can't
He's a monster
He's a he's a monster
Blazing like a Rasta
He's in the fucking closet
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't talk no shit, it won't be no shit
(Awe, silly, silly)
(There's no such thing as monsters)
credits
from No Love for Blaqkid,
released December 27, 2019
Gardner McFadden - Vocals
Myles Bacon - Guitar
Mike Ewers - Bass
Danny Delgado - Drums
A cataclysm of cultures and sounds through one body. Bringing your alternative
truths to life.
Comprised of vocalist Gardner McFadden III, guitarist Myles Bacon, bassist Austen Goebel, and drummer Danny Delgado, the group emerges as a classic take on alternative music.
Their unique sound can only be described as BLAQROCK....more