My Days Making Art
Wake me up, put on some Tech
Wash my face of yesterday's
Thoughts finding new reasons to wreck
My brains cuz new days...
I fill my glass - words pouring over
The edge is where I'm most comfortable
Art is the presence of pain
Translated into a tangible plain
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In this space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
I dress me up, in a sea of adjectives
Is where I go swimming
Trying to see all perspectives
The colors floating behind my eyes...
I fill my glass - words pouring over
The edge is where I'm most comfortable
Art is the presence of pain
Translated into a tangible plain
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In the space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
Fighting against the current's a must
Cancel culture or my self-sabotaging rust
That I just can't... that I just can't shake
When I tiptoe is
When I get into my tip-top shape
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In the space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
Wash my face of yesterday's
Thoughts finding new reasons to wreck
My brains cuz new days...
I fill my glass - words pouring over
The edge is where I'm most comfortable
Art is the presence of pain
Translated into a tangible plain
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In this space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
I dress me up, in a sea of adjectives
Is where I go swimming
Trying to see all perspectives
The colors floating behind my eyes...
I fill my glass - words pouring over
The edge is where I'm most comfortable
Art is the presence of pain
Translated into a tangible plain
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In the space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
Fighting against the current's a must
Cancel culture or my self-sabotaging rust
That I just can't... that I just can't shake
When I tiptoe is
When I get into my tip-top shape
'Masoquisti te salutant'
For we do live on, through our craft
In the space, we've lent
Within the minds of our correspondents
Our souls, they're carried in
Every letter, every draft
The emotions and memories
That we've sent
'Masoquisti te salutant'
Credits
Writer(s): Andrei Radu, Matei Vlad
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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