The Poor Cosmonaut
Undoubtedly
I spat the sick shit on the path to sickness while I man the Cygnus
Ha, as I float endlessly in entropy
I'm hitting myself for not achieving what he said to me
What he said to me
When I set out on the journey
I was determined to deliver the words of my destiny
But I wasn't worthy certainly, rest in peace
For celestial worms, I'm just a recipe
In sediment rest at ease
Rest at ease
Or maybe amongst the stardust
Because because the bars just
Don't translate to others upon the sidelines
Wise guy
The same people to whom I recite lines
But we need to cop tickets
And we need to drop wisdom
And we need to jot writtens
And please NeedleDrop critics
Or maybe use my barbed scissor arpeggio
And transplant bars into heart with some flow
And so
The poor cosmonaut whines repeatedly
'Cause others socialized more easily
That insecurity defeated me
Yes, Asperger's is shite but your ethic is shiter
I applaud DePaul for not wanting to write with the ridaz
And find the writers
All transcribed squares - why
I see lines in the cypher
I just see lines in the cypher
But take it all for granted
This is the rambling of a damaged man in panic
Chanting in a xenomorph laguage
A manic manuscript handwritten
And the lyrics he brandished in panic
Too intangible to manage
Too intangible to manage
I want you all to imagine yourself floating through space
Surrounded by its vastness
An expanse full of life and death
As you float along the nebulae
I also want you to imagine being isolated in this environment
No one to share your experience with
No one to communicate with
No one to understand
This is me everyday
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I used to be conscious of my disability
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I used to get worried when critics weren't feeling me
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I sank into feelings of doubt about everything
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
When critics told me that I wasn't worth anything
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
But this album is to heal the wounds
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
Kill my demons and seal their tomb
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
So it's I all till infinity
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
DePaul till the end of me
I spat the sick shit on the path to sickness while I man the Cygnus
Ha, as I float endlessly in entropy
I'm hitting myself for not achieving what he said to me
What he said to me
When I set out on the journey
I was determined to deliver the words of my destiny
But I wasn't worthy certainly, rest in peace
For celestial worms, I'm just a recipe
In sediment rest at ease
Rest at ease
Or maybe amongst the stardust
Because because the bars just
Don't translate to others upon the sidelines
Wise guy
The same people to whom I recite lines
But we need to cop tickets
And we need to drop wisdom
And we need to jot writtens
And please NeedleDrop critics
Or maybe use my barbed scissor arpeggio
And transplant bars into heart with some flow
And so
The poor cosmonaut whines repeatedly
'Cause others socialized more easily
That insecurity defeated me
Yes, Asperger's is shite but your ethic is shiter
I applaud DePaul for not wanting to write with the ridaz
And find the writers
All transcribed squares - why
I see lines in the cypher
I just see lines in the cypher
But take it all for granted
This is the rambling of a damaged man in panic
Chanting in a xenomorph laguage
A manic manuscript handwritten
And the lyrics he brandished in panic
Too intangible to manage
Too intangible to manage
I want you all to imagine yourself floating through space
Surrounded by its vastness
An expanse full of life and death
As you float along the nebulae
I also want you to imagine being isolated in this environment
No one to share your experience with
No one to communicate with
No one to understand
This is me everyday
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I used to be conscious of my disability
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I used to get worried when critics weren't feeling me
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
I sank into feelings of doubt about everything
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
When critics told me that I wasn't worth anything
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
But this album is to heal the wounds
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
Kill my demons and seal their tomb
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
So it's I all till infinity
Oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut
DePaul till the end of me
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Writer(s): Savan Depaul
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