The Real World
Hey there you, looking for brighter season
Need to lay your burden down
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
Buried under deeper ground
I seem depressed, always being bothered never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque
Or you feel it on the sweat, when your dick is in the breast
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
If death is what it seems,
why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
The fear of understanding the Devil's running his course
Pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor,
minds full of greed, exposing your benefactors
Backwards, pace backwards, everybody is superficial
Only breaching the surface, surface upon the Earth
And flames engulf the Earth, and prized possessions, they incinerate
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
See the record, here's the record, take the record, set it straight
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
And this is fairly simple for your
breath, try and contemplate your conversates
Hesitate and navigate your inner traits
Back to a time where minds were just matter
If you stated opinions then bones would begin to shatter
It didn't matter back then cause there was no reacting, acting up
Chevy in black, Acura
Accurate facts put the black in fact
If you thought that you are free, you should disregard that
All facts
Need to lay your burden down
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
Buried under deeper ground
I seem depressed, always being bothered never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque
Or you feel it on the sweat, when your dick is in the breast
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
If death is what it seems,
why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
The fear of understanding the Devil's running his course
Pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor,
minds full of greed, exposing your benefactors
Backwards, pace backwards, everybody is superficial
Only breaching the surface, surface upon the Earth
And flames engulf the Earth, and prized possessions, they incinerate
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
See the record, here's the record, take the record, set it straight
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
And this is fairly simple for your
breath, try and contemplate your conversates
Hesitate and navigate your inner traits
Back to a time where minds were just matter
If you stated opinions then bones would begin to shatter
It didn't matter back then cause there was no reacting, acting up
Chevy in black, Acura
Accurate facts put the black in fact
If you thought that you are free, you should disregard that
All facts
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Korey Mendenhall
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