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I don't know what's wrong with you
And you don't know 'cause you don't look for the clues
You over-paint every image of you
And flee
Into a world of make-believe
And the one within your dreams
Who, for almost a decade
Was too blind to see
All the beauty that lays in you
No grade could ever define for you
Just make you steal your identity
Out of another book
You can read for a thousand years
Never home, always fall between
I never wanted you, my dear
It was never about me
When I say "love", you hear "fuck with me"
You never talk you just disagree
I never met someone that fought so hard
To misunderstand what I really mean
And all your holidays by the sea
All the places you have been
I ask you, now you tell me
Did this ever make you free?
Because this is the only thing that's real
Everything else remains unclear
Remains a fiction
Remains another untold story
And you know where I will be
Until I die I'll always be
Just remember this is this
So it was never about me
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(can't remember)
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lyrical sense
poet raping pen
the thing is this
line after line
academical health
freezing warmth
the thing is this
pill after pill
panic here and there
panic everywhere
off the mind
grabs the reminder of the apocalypse
random words
torn beings
a comic coming
glass after glass
enforced speeches
empty head
the thing is this
prayer after prayer
panic here and there
panic everywhere
off the mind
grabs the reminder of the apocalypse
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descent towards the top
the cream of the crop
nothing but a culture prop
natural progress:
if you want to win someone'd have to lose
unbreakable rule!
I constantly destroy the voices in my mind
I don't give them any room at all
any room at all
so many of you
which one's to choose?
fill me up, with nothing to do
fill up this one last room
dance inside a dream
wrapped inside your palm
while the pressure of your fist finally destroys it all
I constantly destroy the voices in my mind
I don't give them any room at all
any room at all
there's no more need to rise my voice within this noise
it is already too loud in here
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I think around in circles 'till my brain starts to bleed
I need to come up with a masterplan to escape all these needs
should I go no?
where should I go now?
should I really leave?
the lonely boy in the corner of a room in your idea of me
one lost dream is everything that's left of me
like walls of bliss always drag me down
like when I lift my head there's no-one around
like every time I wake up is just to sleep again
just to sleep again
I struggle with myself just to fit your world
lack of company and I forget how to use some words
I try to act but every move towards you hurts
so I push you away out of fear you may reveal the dirt
one lost dream is everything that's left of me
like walls of bliss always drag me down
like when I lift my head there's no-one around
like every time I wake up is just to sleep again
just to sleep again
I watch my body grow older as my mind does not
I see my views change over as my feelings do not
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when did it all become so complicated, so fucking overrated?
when did we start to sacrifize ourselves just for comparaison?
no competition can ever be won
it just keeps us killing on
until we're finally all alone
everybody on their own
nothing appears to be perfect
nothing ever will
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Strip (Lost Session Jam)
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