Psudo Prophecy
Poetry in motion and it goes too fast
I cannot keep up
A pretty way with words and it has no direction
Where does it come from?
I've been spending all of my life to chase this undefined high
Of trying to keep a leveled head
But I'm a sensitive brute
Too scared for my own good
Ready to throw hands if life comes in swinging
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Melting down
Melting down
Strange anxiety about society now
Will we be okay?
Suspicion's all I see
Always dancing in the street
Worries every day
Petty prophets wanna lock us in a cell
A turmoil of indecisive minds
Loud mouthed preachers are figures
Diluting our peace
Perversion plaguing our time
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Melting down
Melting down
I don't want to be the king of artificial fantasy
But everywhere I go it's the only thing I see
I don't want to believe that all we're told is a lie
But then again, what the fuck is this reality
Casted spirits without consent
Left thinking that truth is something metaphorically cryptic
The truth is that we just breathe
So push away whatever's fucked
We should try to be happy
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
I cannot keep up
A pretty way with words and it has no direction
Where does it come from?
I've been spending all of my life to chase this undefined high
Of trying to keep a leveled head
But I'm a sensitive brute
Too scared for my own good
Ready to throw hands if life comes in swinging
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Melting down
Melting down
Strange anxiety about society now
Will we be okay?
Suspicion's all I see
Always dancing in the street
Worries every day
Petty prophets wanna lock us in a cell
A turmoil of indecisive minds
Loud mouthed preachers are figures
Diluting our peace
Perversion plaguing our time
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Freely freaking out feeling good melting down
Melting down
Melting down
I don't want to be the king of artificial fantasy
But everywhere I go it's the only thing I see
I don't want to believe that all we're told is a lie
But then again, what the fuck is this reality
Casted spirits without consent
Left thinking that truth is something metaphorically cryptic
The truth is that we just breathe
So push away whatever's fucked
We should try to be happy
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
Why's it hard to be happy?
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Lemme
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