Helluva Boss Song : Southern Gothic (by Plushi)

Añadido: 2026-05-12

[00:00:27]Screen door squeaks like a Most complaining. Wind cuts slow through the pines.

[00:00:35]Old damn farms asleep and dreaming. Sep your doll feathery ass and mine.

[00:00:43]You've been staring at that moon a while now. Like it knows you something back.

[00:00:51]Funny thing while pretty silver lights, huh? It don't fix worth a crap.

[00:00:58]In Venice, neither do physicians or expensive bottles lined in rose.

[00:01:06]Though I admit the moon is kinder than most people I have met.

[00:01:14]There's something strangely soothing in the chorus of your fields.

[00:01:21]The insects scream with such conviction though they've nothing left concealed.

[00:01:28]Well down here we ain't got much to hide. Sugar southern gothic candle flames and shotgun shells living half and heaven half a breath in hell on the screen door roses from the vine. Smiling through the damage like everything's fine.

[00:01:49]Southern Gothic moonlight through the trees. Everybody's haunted by something they won't speak. No crowns, old scars, buried juice, and coffins down here.

[00:02:02]Heartbreaks, just southern Gothic.

[00:02:08]I was told that love was duty measured cold and quietly rehearsed.

[00:02:16]Smile correctly. Speak with grandeur.

[00:02:19]Hide the rot beneath the words.

[00:02:23]H. Don't hear they teach it different.

[00:02:27]Keep your chin up at your tongue.

[00:02:31]Don't let folks know what hurt you cuz weakness makes a target. H.

[00:02:38]Tell me, does one ever stop pretending?

[00:02:45]Not really.

[00:02:48]Y'all just found a couple of people.

[00:02:52]You get tired of pretending around.

[00:02:58]Hoot.

[00:03:02]Yay.

[00:03:06]H.

[00:03:11]Southern Gothic candle flame and shotgun shell. Living half and he have half a breath and hell rust on the screen door.

[00:03:20]Roses from the vine. Smiling through the damage like everything's fine. Sudden gothic moonlight through the trees.

[00:03:30]Everybody's haunted by something they won't speak. No crowns, old scars, buried juice and coffins down here.

[00:03:39]Heartbreak's just southern gothic.