Brooks Was Here

Do you think I'm insane?
I am in pain though
Got these nine-inch nails in my brain
Not good enough for a halo
Life's getting too slow
When you got nowhere to go
"Just relax and catch the flow"
They told, "To be likable"

Got the same old books
Got the same old clothes
You can laugh at me
But it's the path I chose
Got the same mistakes
That I made in the past
Gotta fix 'em all
Before they kick my ass
They collect in my mind
Like a bunch of rhymes
They collect and can not be denied
They collect in my mind, they collect
They collect, they collect in my mind
So fine

Like Nietzsche said
"God is dead"
But what are we left with instead?
I'm not cruel enough
To be your god
Your indulgence would not be enough
You could praise me
You could hate me
You could be that one who always quotes me incorrectly
You could praise me
You could hate me
You could hate me
You could hate me

Do you think I'm insane?
I am in pain though
Got these nine-inch nails in my brain
Not good enough for a halo
Life's getting too slow
When you got nowhere to go
"Just relax and catch the flow"
They told, "To be likable"

Ah
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Credits
Writer(s): Gleb Menshikov
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