How Can I?
I am stuck
I am running out of luck
No spare in my truck
Passersby don't give a fuck
Anonymous
My position is synonymous
With numerous
Our number is enormous
Yet we remain all alone
Together
Whatever
We'll never be able to change the weather
Accuracy is limited for prediction
We can't even see
So control is fiction
But we are sick of accusation
We are not an aberration
Don't abbreviate
Our sensational creation
Don't symbolize
Somebody lost
Each and everyone of us
We will not be tossed
We will not forget our past
As we build the future
The present will feature
As the strongest teacher
Will be born again
Like a resuscitated stillborn
Fixed and grown
Without a chaperone
Cause a cyclone
Win a throne, create a throne
Be dethroned
Rise again with no moan
Utter no groan
And be gone
So, let's move on
Let's be gone
Let's move on
Let's be gone
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
Dripping down
Rolling through my veins
The hate I suppress
For the pain from these chains
Breaking out is just
As hard as cocaine
But not in vain
I pled the abuse of my brain
Now I can see the light
Growing bright
All hell is breaking loose
But some still stand and fight
No might can stop
A heart-filled cannon of right
Only sight from height
Can overcome their fright
Broken into thousand pieces
Made of human clay
Bombed up bays
Decay in a chemical foreplay
It's okay to be left in disarray
Their forte
May just well become your end day
No more fear, no more stress
Middle finger to the press
Too many good people dying
In the game of corporate game
Telescopically viewing
The big S on my chest
Index finger on the trigger
Regrets of success
Vaccination is not for nations
That sell medication
We need stations with weapons of fear
For protection
Creation was then
This is the dawn of damnation
So raise your hands
If you have constipation
Haha
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
Dies all the delusion
Dies all the confusion
Ooooh, dies all the delusion
I am running out of luck
No spare in my truck
Passersby don't give a fuck
Anonymous
My position is synonymous
With numerous
Our number is enormous
Yet we remain all alone
Together
Whatever
We'll never be able to change the weather
Accuracy is limited for prediction
We can't even see
So control is fiction
But we are sick of accusation
We are not an aberration
Don't abbreviate
Our sensational creation
Don't symbolize
Somebody lost
Each and everyone of us
We will not be tossed
We will not forget our past
As we build the future
The present will feature
As the strongest teacher
Will be born again
Like a resuscitated stillborn
Fixed and grown
Without a chaperone
Cause a cyclone
Win a throne, create a throne
Be dethroned
Rise again with no moan
Utter no groan
And be gone
So, let's move on
Let's be gone
Let's move on
Let's be gone
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
Dripping down
Rolling through my veins
The hate I suppress
For the pain from these chains
Breaking out is just
As hard as cocaine
But not in vain
I pled the abuse of my brain
Now I can see the light
Growing bright
All hell is breaking loose
But some still stand and fight
No might can stop
A heart-filled cannon of right
Only sight from height
Can overcome their fright
Broken into thousand pieces
Made of human clay
Bombed up bays
Decay in a chemical foreplay
It's okay to be left in disarray
Their forte
May just well become your end day
No more fear, no more stress
Middle finger to the press
Too many good people dying
In the game of corporate game
Telescopically viewing
The big S on my chest
Index finger on the trigger
Regrets of success
Vaccination is not for nations
That sell medication
We need stations with weapons of fear
For protection
Creation was then
This is the dawn of damnation
So raise your hands
If you have constipation
Haha
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
How can I
Leave the scars in the past
How can I
Make the present last
How can I
Build a brand new future
When it's done
Dies all the delusion
Dies all the delusion
Dies all the confusion
Ooooh, dies all the delusion
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Writer(s): Paul Azunre
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