For The Starving Artists
Ours is an art of persistence and happenstance
The game that we're playing shifts from first to third person at breakneck speeds
Everything's coming up duality
Good days long since gone
Everything's coming up duality
Good days long since gone
Not to over sensationalize the trauma
But oh well let's go ahead and profit off our opened wounds
We can patch them up tomorrow and claim we've come so far
Everything's coming up duality
And the things I say to me calm a voice that just repeats
A need to not be seen when screaming look at me
And the things I say to me calm a voice that just repeats
A need to not be seen when screaming look at me
I have this fear that I just can't escape is it true that it could be my fate to be stuck here And Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling
(Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling)
I have this fear that I just can't escape is it true that it could be my fate to be stuck here And Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling
Limbs stretched dislocating, my mind always aching
Man evolved is man evolving here we are testing the gates
But not threatened by the day to day
Finding the weakness is out daily madness
Pushing the limits, to regret ourselves past them
Man evolved is man evolving here we are testing the gates
But not threatened by the day to day
Right place but no right time to rest my weary mind
Right place but no right time to rest my weary mind
The game that we're playing shifts from first to third person at breakneck speeds
Everything's coming up duality
Good days long since gone
Everything's coming up duality
Good days long since gone
Not to over sensationalize the trauma
But oh well let's go ahead and profit off our opened wounds
We can patch them up tomorrow and claim we've come so far
Everything's coming up duality
And the things I say to me calm a voice that just repeats
A need to not be seen when screaming look at me
And the things I say to me calm a voice that just repeats
A need to not be seen when screaming look at me
I have this fear that I just can't escape is it true that it could be my fate to be stuck here And Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling
(Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling)
I have this fear that I just can't escape is it true that it could be my fate to be stuck here And Frequently feeling I'm pinned to the ceiling
Limbs stretched dislocating, my mind always aching
Man evolved is man evolving here we are testing the gates
But not threatened by the day to day
Finding the weakness is out daily madness
Pushing the limits, to regret ourselves past them
Man evolved is man evolving here we are testing the gates
But not threatened by the day to day
Right place but no right time to rest my weary mind
Right place but no right time to rest my weary mind
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Writer(s): Zarchary Taylor
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