文本歌词

作曲 : Chinkid Viitø
作词 : Chinkid Viitø
编曲：Syndrome/Homage
This hard to put into words, it's hard to vocalize
Everyday, the voices in my head start to multiply
My brain is permanently stuck inside of overdrive
So many thoughts but nothing here can seem to coincide
Try to make the voices stop, and close my eyes
It doesn't work, I should tunnel where the gophers hide
Clocks everywhere but don't nobody know the time
More like rolling dice, living stuck within this poltergeist
I wrote a line about wind blowing the ocean tides
Mobilizing the leaves to start floating by
Wish I could be a kite raised into the open sky
Why am I thinking about leaves, when am I going to die
Why am I questioning myself, when the flows divine
Who even decided that Hip Hop is supposed to rhyme
Forgot what I was doing, liquor will help me override
Find it so much harder to focus within a sober mind
I'm finding clarity, no more voices to bury me
These drinks are an antidote, a natural therapy
Fuel my thoughts to new heights, like it was kerosene
See the truths of the world and process them carefully
Transparency beneath the parody, my third eye watches
The globe revolves slower as my verse skyrockets
Like a prophet, speaking wisdom, my drunk mind blossoms
Funny how I see the truth clear when I'm not conscious
Confusion, is this the real me, or is it illusion
Would it be intrusive, if I prefer a delusion
A mess when I'm sober, enlightened when my brain is polluted
Don't have the blueprint, just want to know where the truth is
Maybe I'm crazy or hysteric, schizophrenic
Can I really change the world when I am this pathetic
A thought can only bring me down, if I let it
Trying to make it to the top, hope I don't miss the exit
An epidemic, say 'follow your dreams', all this a scheme【'
Build you up to tear you down, they love watching you bleed
Wallow in greed, now say to face reality, common routine
Want us to live like robots, and give our jobs to machines
What's the point of teaching and learning, only left with curses
Am I the only one thinking these questions, telling verses
Am I sleeping or crazy, do I exist past my epidermis
There's only one truth that I know for sure, death is certain