The Interlude
Cloud 9
Everything's fine till you hit rewind
What happened all along that made you so blind
I'm into different zones but don't got the time
I'm worried about the fall not worried bout the climb
So define this life god knows his design
Is flawed
And eyes closed we walk on this path
Might break all my bones a lot on my back
A lot to keep track
I want you to get me not all the claps
I want you to bless me not all the jabs
Caught in this trap
I'm tired of being the reason for the happiness you lack
Im happy that you ask but im fine and im lying and
I'm trying to keep it all together
Take a fall like a feather
People switching like the weather you wont get it
See emotional attachment is fine an all
But whats the point if you're crying a lot
Go check the rhyme scheme y'all
Sin is the sister of sinister little thoughts
I got blisters on my fingers from painting this picture
Doubt lingers in my head like a rot
Shot dead in my bed
Confetti on my walls
So tetchy and I killed the gold goose
Unsteady and I'm not
fitting in my old shoes
Spitting in my pro tools
More bruised than before
Playing games with the devil
Ain't none of us keeping score
My brain and I wrestle
Is what he be feeding off
Lay claim to my medals and my soul
I'm a vessel
no more than a kettle gone cold
I'm a rebel never settle man I always need more
I'm a pebble at the level of the fucking seafloor so deep in it
But my spirit is my torch so I'm keeping it
And I walk through the showers alone
Misfortune plagues the coward
Pain is power . you know
Everything's fine till you hit rewind
What happened all along that made you so blind
I'm into different zones but don't got the time
I'm worried about the fall not worried bout the climb
So define this life god knows his design
Is flawed
And eyes closed we walk on this path
Might break all my bones a lot on my back
A lot to keep track
I want you to get me not all the claps
I want you to bless me not all the jabs
Caught in this trap
I'm tired of being the reason for the happiness you lack
Im happy that you ask but im fine and im lying and
I'm trying to keep it all together
Take a fall like a feather
People switching like the weather you wont get it
See emotional attachment is fine an all
But whats the point if you're crying a lot
Go check the rhyme scheme y'all
Sin is the sister of sinister little thoughts
I got blisters on my fingers from painting this picture
Doubt lingers in my head like a rot
Shot dead in my bed
Confetti on my walls
So tetchy and I killed the gold goose
Unsteady and I'm not
fitting in my old shoes
Spitting in my pro tools
More bruised than before
Playing games with the devil
Ain't none of us keeping score
My brain and I wrestle
Is what he be feeding off
Lay claim to my medals and my soul
I'm a vessel
no more than a kettle gone cold
I'm a rebel never settle man I always need more
I'm a pebble at the level of the fucking seafloor so deep in it
But my spirit is my torch so I'm keeping it
And I walk through the showers alone
Misfortune plagues the coward
Pain is power . you know
Credits
Writer(s): Dhruv Varma
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