Notice the Teller (feat. Cryptic)
I've been living my path to death
Mundane the visions filled with so much depth
Years go by, I even forget
Until the day comes when premonitions hit
Years become months, days turn to hours
Time is sand, mounting in glass, as I cower
Anxious and panting, I wake in a sweat
Terror engulfing, the darkness beset
Following the fluent Pharaoh from Egypt
Crawling and climbing out of the crypt
I am afraid to look down below
Towering heights, or is it shallow
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Suppressing my future, my own fears
Of losing my life, feeling so near
I 'gotta keep pushing, get past here
The terror relentless and unclear
Psyche feeling weak, my confidence is bleak
And all my friends around me telling me it's meek
Days are flashing by, I'm recognizing my
Sequence of events aligning as I try
To throw them off their track and get my future back
Dreams are just illusions, getting me to crack
Bread is on my head, birds are being fed
The Pharaoh of my future wants to see me dead
Terror turns to hate, anger they create
Blurring life together, force defy my fate
Reckless Lunacy, blinding the beauty
Unavoidable perception forced on me
Following the fluent Pharaoh from Egypt
Crawling and climbing out of the crypt
I am afraid to look down below
Towering heights, or is it shallow
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Joyful my bliss as I live and forget
Euphoric existence is so innocent
Familiar the memories crossing my mind
Lids become heavy, vision blurs to blind
Blood pumping slower, I'm grasping for life
Lungs lethargic, my breath a strife
Stare at the light wait for my final vision
Silent suffocation, my final sensation
Suppressing my future, my own fears
Of losing my life, feeling so near
I 'gotta keep pushing, get past here
The terror relentless and unclear
Psyche feeling weak, my confidence is bleak
And all my friends around me telling me it's meek
Days are flashing by, I'm recognizing my
Sequence of events aligning as I try
To throw them off their track and get my future back
Dreams are just illusions, getting me to crack
Bread is on my head, birds are being fed
The Pharaoh of my future wants to see me dead
Terror turns to hate, anger they create
Blurring life together, force defy my fate
Reckless Lunacy, blinding the beauty
Unavoidable perception forced on me
Marionette pulled by his destiny
The concept future not guided by me
So pitiful how I continue the fight
Reliving the visions that bring me my blight
Slowly conceding, and coming to terms
Accepting the bliss at the end, that I yearn
Consuming creation of beauty and terror
Delicate fabric, reality stellar
Mundane the visions filled with so much depth
Years go by, I even forget
Until the day comes when premonitions hit
Years become months, days turn to hours
Time is sand, mounting in glass, as I cower
Anxious and panting, I wake in a sweat
Terror engulfing, the darkness beset
Following the fluent Pharaoh from Egypt
Crawling and climbing out of the crypt
I am afraid to look down below
Towering heights, or is it shallow
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Suppressing my future, my own fears
Of losing my life, feeling so near
I 'gotta keep pushing, get past here
The terror relentless and unclear
Psyche feeling weak, my confidence is bleak
And all my friends around me telling me it's meek
Days are flashing by, I'm recognizing my
Sequence of events aligning as I try
To throw them off their track and get my future back
Dreams are just illusions, getting me to crack
Bread is on my head, birds are being fed
The Pharaoh of my future wants to see me dead
Terror turns to hate, anger they create
Blurring life together, force defy my fate
Reckless Lunacy, blinding the beauty
Unavoidable perception forced on me
Following the fluent Pharaoh from Egypt
Crawling and climbing out of the crypt
I am afraid to look down below
Towering heights, or is it shallow
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Cut through the crypt, a violent doom
Ocean of emotion of a dying doom
Joyful my bliss as I live and forget
Euphoric existence is so innocent
Familiar the memories crossing my mind
Lids become heavy, vision blurs to blind
Blood pumping slower, I'm grasping for life
Lungs lethargic, my breath a strife
Stare at the light wait for my final vision
Silent suffocation, my final sensation
Suppressing my future, my own fears
Of losing my life, feeling so near
I 'gotta keep pushing, get past here
The terror relentless and unclear
Psyche feeling weak, my confidence is bleak
And all my friends around me telling me it's meek
Days are flashing by, I'm recognizing my
Sequence of events aligning as I try
To throw them off their track and get my future back
Dreams are just illusions, getting me to crack
Bread is on my head, birds are being fed
The Pharaoh of my future wants to see me dead
Terror turns to hate, anger they create
Blurring life together, force defy my fate
Reckless Lunacy, blinding the beauty
Unavoidable perception forced on me
Marionette pulled by his destiny
The concept future not guided by me
So pitiful how I continue the fight
Reliving the visions that bring me my blight
Slowly conceding, and coming to terms
Accepting the bliss at the end, that I yearn
Consuming creation of beauty and terror
Delicate fabric, reality stellar
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Guzman
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