EmOhEyeEssAitchEe
Disconnected from reality, now I'm just being real
Ari said get up on the mic, just tell em how you feel
For gaping wounds, a band-aid cannot heal
The blade sticks out, handle being turned
I'm not scared, weird
The blade sticks out, but I'm twisting it!
From the pain I cry out, now I'm fixing it
Heat up the blade and I'm sealing it
Pure alcohol, I'm drinking it
Little on the wound, when I spill
Dear self, only drinking till I feel
Good, stolen clarity, feeling great
Stolen valor, not soldiering through my pain
Lessons taught, lessons gained
I am ashamed! This is an outrage!
How could I? Power out, so should I?
Power hour, do or die
That ain't me, then who should cry
Who will lie, in the mirror
See my reflection, and I shiver
What they call relapse, I did her
Yeah I'm tryin, but the pains really bitter
How are you feeling?
Are you ok?
Do you need a hug?
Would that make it ok?
Tell me truly moishe
What would it take
Anything I can do
Make you feel great
Anxiety tell me, what's next
Causing me to bug out over, one text
Tell me its so scary because, what then
If "x" "y" and "z" happen, too much stress
Too much tech, every noti got us all like, what's that
What up status, causin so much havoc
Causing us to panic, worlds gone satanic
If I die, and go to hell, would I respawn on earth?
Destiny and free choice, questioning since birth
Heresy between us, was the spoken word
Wasn't until recently, felt my voice was heard
Now I got some answers, always more unsolved
Don't either know the bus driver, strengthen my resolve
This world's trial n error, we make mistakes and evolve
Playing mess up on repeat, featuring me and this facade
They say fake it till you make you it, or so I was told
I've been fakin it for a while, it's getting old
How are you feeling?
Are you ok?
Do you need a hug?
Would that make it ok?
Tell me truly moishe
What would it take
Is there anything I can do
To make you feel great
We just gonna keep doing this
Doin this music thing till something clicks
Music is my therapy, it develops me, makes me, me.
What is is, what happens happens, it's been written, currently, at the same time...
Ari said get up on the mic, just tell em how you feel
For gaping wounds, a band-aid cannot heal
The blade sticks out, handle being turned
I'm not scared, weird
The blade sticks out, but I'm twisting it!
From the pain I cry out, now I'm fixing it
Heat up the blade and I'm sealing it
Pure alcohol, I'm drinking it
Little on the wound, when I spill
Dear self, only drinking till I feel
Good, stolen clarity, feeling great
Stolen valor, not soldiering through my pain
Lessons taught, lessons gained
I am ashamed! This is an outrage!
How could I? Power out, so should I?
Power hour, do or die
That ain't me, then who should cry
Who will lie, in the mirror
See my reflection, and I shiver
What they call relapse, I did her
Yeah I'm tryin, but the pains really bitter
How are you feeling?
Are you ok?
Do you need a hug?
Would that make it ok?
Tell me truly moishe
What would it take
Anything I can do
Make you feel great
Anxiety tell me, what's next
Causing me to bug out over, one text
Tell me its so scary because, what then
If "x" "y" and "z" happen, too much stress
Too much tech, every noti got us all like, what's that
What up status, causin so much havoc
Causing us to panic, worlds gone satanic
If I die, and go to hell, would I respawn on earth?
Destiny and free choice, questioning since birth
Heresy between us, was the spoken word
Wasn't until recently, felt my voice was heard
Now I got some answers, always more unsolved
Don't either know the bus driver, strengthen my resolve
This world's trial n error, we make mistakes and evolve
Playing mess up on repeat, featuring me and this facade
They say fake it till you make you it, or so I was told
I've been fakin it for a while, it's getting old
How are you feeling?
Are you ok?
Do you need a hug?
Would that make it ok?
Tell me truly moishe
What would it take
Is there anything I can do
To make you feel great
We just gonna keep doing this
Doin this music thing till something clicks
Music is my therapy, it develops me, makes me, me.
What is is, what happens happens, it's been written, currently, at the same time...
Credits
Writer(s): Moishe Kaufman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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