Lyrics:
for only one day, I was never meant to be saved
I am the mistake, all my life I live it ashamed
Lived for only one thing, find the empty and there I
Possessions parallel
The ebbs and flows of friends and foes for all I see
Souls in this mortal state
We're all just loaned
So hold tight to what you
a
Zombie
Take this, swallow that
Rinse repeat, won't be the last
All for a state of mind
Hate this state of mine
Days keep dragging by
Flat affect, lost
my ways
It's just another day
I'm trying to escape
Everything's the same
I'm numb to the pain
Some days you see the light
But it's gone by the night
closer somehow feels ten times further
Anytime that I'm outside the wind always blows
I beg for it to stop as the numbness grows
But when winter comes I
folk
But Picasso should see himself as the white O
I write notes rhythmically not for timpani
To accomplish what Bach did for symphonies
One day it will
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes
in the valley
Nothing's able to grow
'Cause the light's too low
Folks spend their days
Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
'Til they just get old
the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping
Wake up
sunshine clear mind
New day sunlight
birds sing, magic
Feeling refreshed ready
to win again
SO WHAT IS THE POINT OF A FEELING THAT NO ONE
distributor for yo' dreams to be featured
Distributing what? TechnoTutor but not a preacher
Winner because we lack numbness until we reach best doneness
Back
everything i fought for
lost
behind the numbness of my soul
I'm still waiting
Hoping for a change
But the more time passes
The less I gain
The more I stress
And the less I feel
The numbness grows
So less seems
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
To the disasters by which
Our hands ache and twitch
Leaving us breathless
Gasping
For air
Can't see past their stare
Hovers while I sleep and I
Awaken petrified
grinding every day and there's still mad bills to pay
Just waiting in vain for each pay day
Never enough
When you're scrolling on your phone and your sitting
block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops
to the sounds of the Master Gee
At the age of four I was on the floor
Giving all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five I didn't take no jive
Your great hand
Wherever You go, I'll follow
Break off my yesterday
Praying for brighter days
Running with no restraints
Wherever You go, I'll
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
If cruel, by cruel, be cruel and twist the knife
If cruel, by cruel, be cruel and spread the suffering.
By cruel be proud for what your cruel
begins tonight
When the days were younger
A innocent wanderer,
In search for a place to belong
Barricaded by a danger
A merciless deceiver
Who took
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