Lyrics:
circles, circles
This ain't a golden cage on the surface
Fool me out
Safe me from my mind
Into the clouds
I don't wanna be so fine
See me now
Staying by your
fall to the surface
Fill my lungs with air
Then let it out
I give it all
This is the reason that I sing
So give it all
Cause it's these reasons
DESCENDING THE LADDER
BOOTS ON THE SURFACE
TRIANGULATING COMMAND AND CONTROL
NO VISIBLE LIFE SIGNS
LOWER THE VEHICLE
AND MEDICAL DRONES
COLD IRON
planet
It's pure planet
It's pure planet
Flying by in a perfect location
Billions of Earths worth of exploration
Or just a space gas station, I
It's 5 a.m. in Amsterdam
And this is how I know
Not by the voice on my portable radio
The batteries are old
It's 5 a.m. in Amsterdam
And this
I paid my way again and again
But I still fall prey to the stroke of a pen
Such is now, c'est la vie, say so long
We're moving out, we're moving
An endless chain of days go by
Can't scratch the surface still I try
I'm going down feeling underground
Just kicking the leaves all around this
He's triggered by the rise of their suburban eyes
He likes to stroke the curls of pretty baby girls
And he will never make it on the hit parade, oh
Rains fall in the water
Lines traced in the curve
Saw the gull in the sky head off
It goes
Days warmed by the summer
Eyes closed by the sun
Lay
Summer with the lights out
Finds me in my parent's basement,
Watching bedroom movies.
Pictures and holidays hang in the hall.
Guided by
Brainwashed
All around the surface brainwashed with the cheapest
Exhausted by the mundane
Simplicity no longer plain
Strugglin', strugglin'
Strugglin',
the surface running til I feel some
Somewhere in those eyes I'm by your side
Kiss me where it hurts love
Underneath the surface running til I feel some
Let´s gooooo...
Building up a border
I can't see through the rain
Quiet in my Corner
All I see is pain
Existence is just a brush stroke
Drawn on a canvas
I was born by a river
Rolling past a town
Given no direction
Just told to keep my head down
As I took my position
A man fired a gun
I was so
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
the crowd,
See the fear in their eyes, they must be thinking out loud.
[Chorus:]
Scratching the surface, it all looks the same;
A world full of anger
Stroke your moonlit hair
On nights I can't be there
Wake so soft and slow
I'm there before you know
Tonight you sleep by stars
Tomorrow in my arms
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Girl you is a freak hoe
Hit you with that deep stroke
Just like rookie herro
Kyd a hometown hero
No zero
Freak hoe
Hit you with that deep stroke
Just
knuckles
Forward but through the mud
Secluded lower form
Sickened by my thirst for change
Remove the canvas
Scratching at the surface of my face
I
la la
Jump em' in the jump rope, double Dutch
Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke
Subtle touch, cuddle, clutch, is this thing on
Like
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow
I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you
where we find our place.
But beneath the surface,
does authenticity lie?
Or are we lost,
in this digital sky?
Profiles painted,
with strokes so fine,
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