Woe
Woe is me
I'm make believe
I feel as dead as chivalry
We're tempted to see
But please don't peak
You're only as real as your bad dreams
It seems that my seams seem to be ripping
Seen one deem one's decisions as more significant
But is that true?
When everything is fictional
Everyone's a criminal
And there is no original?
What happened to being an individual?
What happens to us humans when this earth is not habitable?
Why do I tend to focus on the miserable?
Instead of realizing every moment is a miracle
Every decision I make is something critical
Why are all these messages stuck to just subliminal?
I guess people tend focus on the minimal
Life filled with pitfalls, I'm nothing more than pitiful
So what's new? I still don't know what to do
What to study, or what career to pressure
Too many choices and I'm know I'm good at none of them
Two steady voices searching for the fun in it
Funnel in, I'm looping around the search of an end
Choosing all depends on circumstances I guess
Soothing is found in those movements of her grin
While I'm moving my mouth but she can't comprehend
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
Where am I to go if I'm not allowed to leave
Woe is me
I'm obsolete
How am I supposed to scream if I can't even breath
Woe is me
I'm stuck on repeat
I've been searching for something that I've never even seen
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
I just wanna be the man that they tell me to be
Woe is me
I feel defeat
In this machine that I call a body
Can't you see? I've lost my wings
Searching for a fix, can't say I'm not trying
Glorifying falling, when I should be flying
Everything's appalling, can't say I'm complying
Constant sighing, no denying
I'm a master at whining, don't you hear me crying?
Everything's is great, will
I ever stop lying?
No need for debate, just need for defying
Primal Therapy
No time to spare for me
Sometimes I barley see past all these glary screens
Someone come carry me, i need some energy
A quick boost, quick to ask for proof
Equipped with attitude that's eager not to move
Creature after noon
Breach your own cocoon
I'm teetering between two separate interludes
Now which am I to choose?
And what if I refuse?
I'm dying to know the truth
Come help me with this noose
Routines so embedded, I'm scared of something new
Compare myself to you
The mistake I always do
I'm dust inside your grooves
And I'll never achieve a tune
Attuned to mute but not amused
The confusion ensues as soon as I choose
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
Where am I to go if I'm not allowed to leave
Woe is me
I'm obsolete
How am I supposed to scream if I can't even breath
Woe is me
I'm stuck on repeat
I've been searching for something that I've never even seen
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
I just wanna be the man that they tell me to be
I'm make believe
I feel as dead as chivalry
We're tempted to see
But please don't peak
You're only as real as your bad dreams
It seems that my seams seem to be ripping
Seen one deem one's decisions as more significant
But is that true?
When everything is fictional
Everyone's a criminal
And there is no original?
What happened to being an individual?
What happens to us humans when this earth is not habitable?
Why do I tend to focus on the miserable?
Instead of realizing every moment is a miracle
Every decision I make is something critical
Why are all these messages stuck to just subliminal?
I guess people tend focus on the minimal
Life filled with pitfalls, I'm nothing more than pitiful
So what's new? I still don't know what to do
What to study, or what career to pressure
Too many choices and I'm know I'm good at none of them
Two steady voices searching for the fun in it
Funnel in, I'm looping around the search of an end
Choosing all depends on circumstances I guess
Soothing is found in those movements of her grin
While I'm moving my mouth but she can't comprehend
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
Where am I to go if I'm not allowed to leave
Woe is me
I'm obsolete
How am I supposed to scream if I can't even breath
Woe is me
I'm stuck on repeat
I've been searching for something that I've never even seen
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
I just wanna be the man that they tell me to be
Woe is me
I feel defeat
In this machine that I call a body
Can't you see? I've lost my wings
Searching for a fix, can't say I'm not trying
Glorifying falling, when I should be flying
Everything's appalling, can't say I'm complying
Constant sighing, no denying
I'm a master at whining, don't you hear me crying?
Everything's is great, will
I ever stop lying?
No need for debate, just need for defying
Primal Therapy
No time to spare for me
Sometimes I barley see past all these glary screens
Someone come carry me, i need some energy
A quick boost, quick to ask for proof
Equipped with attitude that's eager not to move
Creature after noon
Breach your own cocoon
I'm teetering between two separate interludes
Now which am I to choose?
And what if I refuse?
I'm dying to know the truth
Come help me with this noose
Routines so embedded, I'm scared of something new
Compare myself to you
The mistake I always do
I'm dust inside your grooves
And I'll never achieve a tune
Attuned to mute but not amused
The confusion ensues as soon as I choose
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
Where am I to go if I'm not allowed to leave
Woe is me
I'm obsolete
How am I supposed to scream if I can't even breath
Woe is me
I'm stuck on repeat
I've been searching for something that I've never even seen
Woe is me
I'm incomplete
I just wanna be the man that they tell me to be
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Writer(s): Pablo Andres Cuesta
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