Void Full of Dreams
I don't know
What really is me
And I can't sleep 'cause
I've been living this thought that
Myself that I know is not really I
And what you think is me is just a mask upon mask
And all I see in front of my eyes
Is just a concept of a concept of a concept of a concept of a...
(Inside my mind)
Mind is indescribable, unspeakable, unthinkable
How to describe the sense of self and not be all empirical
The irony is strong in this one, you see it?
'Cause I mentioned sense proving that I can't prove anything
Immersed in the substance of the being itself I ask
"What if we're not here what if reality is just a dream"
Doesn't help that my brain just won't fucking stop
"What if this, why is that, how to live, what the fuck"
I'm getting tired now and I can feel it so well
I can tell it by the number of black roads in my head
They linger, and cut, and just don't want to perish in void
The place they came from I know I'm paying
The price for staring too long
Fuck it this game's fixed and I ain't buying it, I'm quitting it!
We fight for useless shit and and then we choke on it to hell with it!
Am I losing my sanity or am I just waking up?
All these questions roaming my head make me sick of this life
Going further into void you will see that black holes
Are mostly people that you're going to meet down the road
And when you realize, you will want to scream
Are you listening? Are you listening? No!
Feel it?
The time passing by
It's scary I know and you don't want to fight
But since you're here
Enjoy the ride
I feel it nearing
What's that is right?
And what do I say now
How about goodbye?
The places you're going
The things you ask
You can know the answer
But at what price?
At what price?
The places you're going (I can't trust myself)
The things you ask
You can know the answer (I don't feel too well anymore)
But at what price?
At what price?
The places I'm going (I can't trust myself)
And the things I ask
I can know the answer I know (I don't feel too well anymore)
But at what price? At what price?!
The places I'm going I'm too scared to see and all
The things that I ask I'm too scared to learn
I can know the answer I know, I know
But at what price? at what price? Now tell me!
What really is me
And I can't sleep 'cause
I've been living this thought that
Myself that I know is not really I
And what you think is me is just a mask upon mask
And all I see in front of my eyes
Is just a concept of a concept of a concept of a concept of a...
(Inside my mind)
Mind is indescribable, unspeakable, unthinkable
How to describe the sense of self and not be all empirical
The irony is strong in this one, you see it?
'Cause I mentioned sense proving that I can't prove anything
Immersed in the substance of the being itself I ask
"What if we're not here what if reality is just a dream"
Doesn't help that my brain just won't fucking stop
"What if this, why is that, how to live, what the fuck"
I'm getting tired now and I can feel it so well
I can tell it by the number of black roads in my head
They linger, and cut, and just don't want to perish in void
The place they came from I know I'm paying
The price for staring too long
Fuck it this game's fixed and I ain't buying it, I'm quitting it!
We fight for useless shit and and then we choke on it to hell with it!
Am I losing my sanity or am I just waking up?
All these questions roaming my head make me sick of this life
Going further into void you will see that black holes
Are mostly people that you're going to meet down the road
And when you realize, you will want to scream
Are you listening? Are you listening? No!
Feel it?
The time passing by
It's scary I know and you don't want to fight
But since you're here
Enjoy the ride
I feel it nearing
What's that is right?
And what do I say now
How about goodbye?
The places you're going
The things you ask
You can know the answer
But at what price?
At what price?
The places you're going (I can't trust myself)
The things you ask
You can know the answer (I don't feel too well anymore)
But at what price?
At what price?
The places I'm going (I can't trust myself)
And the things I ask
I can know the answer I know (I don't feel too well anymore)
But at what price? At what price?!
The places I'm going I'm too scared to see and all
The things that I ask I'm too scared to learn
I can know the answer I know, I know
But at what price? at what price? Now tell me!
Credits
Writer(s): Arti Itra
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.