Evolantra - Dramaconomy

[Dramaconomy] Rust on your halo, cracks in your crown You monetize every time you break down Little disaster merchant peddling your aches Selling pre‑owned misery for pity’s sake Counterfeit heartbreak stacked in a waste pile You’d fake your own funeral... just to watch the fucking turnout another way to increase your body count You trade in tears like silver Spin storms just to stay afloat Drama’s your only currency Pity’s the crutch you never broke Factory of sorrow manufacturing pain Recycled tragedies on an endless chain Every sigh’s a siren, every frown’s for sale You run a pity press on rusted rails Sorrows inflated like a market crash Selling fake downfalls for emotional cash You’d fake your own funeral... just to watch the fucking turnout You trade in tears like silver Spin storms just to stay afloat Drama’s your only currency Pity’s the crutch you never broke Cold and dead heartbeat ticking like a joke choking on your chaos, still asking for a smoke Whispers are weapons, glances become pleas You’re just a fucking disease You trade in tears like silver Spin storms just to stay afloat Drama’s your only currency Pity’s the crutch you never broke You trade in tears like silver Spin storms just to stay afloat Drama’s your only currency Pity’s the crutch you never broke credits: © Evolantra, Eyla, Vixen https://evolantra.bandcamp.com/