Halsey'S Machine Gun RebelLion

Angry Halsey wonders why we have so much in common, why we're such seriously playful maniacs, why we go to hoe & mowtells showing off our toothless LavA commietment, keeping a record of the wreckage

… of our blessed bloody lives. Angry Halsey, the greatest impersonator across the uni verse, wanders the giddy depths of our yaying, boldly laid out lovemare, pondering the poignant melodrama of her neighing stallion, how we've tasted bitter & hot/cold blood, and it is hell sweet, as we've had the velvet rug decently/deceitfully pulled beneath our scratched heaven feet. Will I not really serene bite/kiss angry Halsey on the ass in the hoe-tell with rubber bullets more softly than she bites/kisses me in the mow-tell, pure machine gun rebellion? Swell, swole, swollen, that’s the rebellious machine gun maniac question! I L am sooo A, like army …

Halsey - Lonely is the Muse (Official Visualizer)

I spent years becoming cool
And in one single second you can make a decade of my efforts disappear
I'm just waiting at the bar and you rip open all my scars
By saying something like, "Didn't know you were here"

I always knew I was a martyr and that Jesus was one too
But I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew
And I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you
Or anybody that decides that I'm of use

Lonely is the muse
Ah
Lonely is the muse

So, where do I go in the process when I'm just an apparatus?
I've inspired platinum records, I've earned platinum airline status
And I've mined a couple diamonds from the stories in my head
But I'm reduced to just a body here in someone else's bed

I always knew I was a martyr and that Jesus was one too
But I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew
And I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you
Or anybody that decides that I'm of use

Lonely is the muse
Ah
Lonely is the muse
Ah

And I will always be a martyr, I will fill your life with songs
I'll be a wind chime in the window, catching life you throw around

And I will tear apart your bedroom, I'll call you in the night
I will exist in every second just to decorate your life
And when you're done, you can discard me like the others always do
And I will nurse my wounds until another artist stains me new

I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in you
For anybody that decides that I'm of use

Lonely is the muse
Ah

Lonely is the muse

Ah
Lonely is the muse

Lonely and forgotten aside

Halsey - Bad At Love

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again
There's a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we're meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes 'cause

I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I'm riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I'm in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes 'cause

I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me

Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know (ooh)
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you're afraid
I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you're afraid
I'm gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I'd be lyin' sayin'
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin' at my history
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know (ooh)
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

Halsey - Nightmare

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I 'wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

Halsey - Graveyard

It's crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You're nothin' but skin

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

They say I may be making a mistake
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard (no, oh)

You look at me (look at me)
With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see
You push right through me (push right through me)
It's gettin' real
You lock the door, you're drunk at the steering wheel
And I can't conceal

Oh, 'cause I've been diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

They say I may be making a mistake
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard

Oh, it's funny how
The warning signs can feel like they're butterflies

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard

Machine Gun Kelly ft. Halsey - forget me too (Official Music Video)

Let me take my fucking bracelet off

You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do

Damn, I saw you walk in the room, and I tried my best
Not to panic while I'm lookin' for the back door
I smell the perfume, and it's obvious
I'm gonna stay and put my key in the bag more
I can't, I can't, I can't pretend to forget you
The reason I punched a hole in the wall back home
And then, and then
And then a couple hours later, we're in room 29 at The Chateau

I left before you woke up
I don't feel right (seeing you sober)

You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting
But I won't wait on you
Want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too

I've wasted so much time
Waitin' around for your phone calls every night
My bad dreams are silk screens
'Cause I taste blood when you bleed
It's eating me alive
We'd both be better off alone
Still think I'd get you on the phone
With one last breath in me
I'd die before I let you leave

You left before I woke up
Why don't I ever see you sober?

You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting
But I won't wait on you
You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too

Hey, you
Tell me why you do the things that make me (hate you)
It's an emotional kaleidoscope when I (face you)
Permanent calligraphy, I just (tattooed)
Your name on me forever

You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting
But I won't wait on you
You want me to forget you?
Okay, forget me, too

Oh, that I’m a fucking monkey/punkey sellout? Look who’s screaming, err, singing, Halsey! Aha, like you buy all the dirt-cheap tickets to my downfall when I have my mojo up to dive sky-deep in the empty s(w)inning(imming) pool, right! Halsey, she who dares betray and compromisses her anarchick values, intergritty, and principles for personal gain or upside-down, inside out LavA advancement. For example, you appear in way too sexy television commercials against my anti-hatred beliefs, and that’s why your shedding die-hard fans do call you a trending heartcore sellout. That, good one! Any onslaught problem with that, angry Halsey? The machine gun commie/pilgrim hopes not!