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DEMONDICE

C U

 

C U

(Album: DEMONDICE - 2017)


Ya know It's kinda funny when I think about it, really
I should stack up all these feelings till they brush against the ceiling
Appealing little solitary world of my own machinations
Involuntary sorta dedication to the ba-ba-backwards ideology that no one really gets it
Upsetting to a fault, but hey, denial's even more pathetic
Piling up rhetorical questions, suggestions
Sorry, what? You guessed it, I'm still in outer space
Erase me from any kind of preconceived notion of living day to day life in automated motion
Cause my speed? A little too high speed
Work until my hands bleed, guaranteed I didn't have to keep
Being somewhere that I didn't fit was too much stress, and so I ran away to somewhere I belonged even less
And you could guess... that it was the beginning of something
The craziest year of my life

But I can see the end of the Dream on the horizon, the lies and delusions that I told myself. But was it a mistake to escape? Well, I couldn't tell ya, cause every minute here has been heaven and hell
Guess it's finally time to let the fantasy end, though I wanted to see you, and I can't pretend that it's fine. I guess until next time, then
Because I genuinely believe: I'll definitely see you again

I've convinced myself, with no ones help, I'm better off looking for the reason to my rhyme, in the meantime
Even if you happen to forget about me, that's alright because I do it all the time!
Seems everybody's lookin for a hand to hold
Well, what the hell are pockets for if my hands are cold? Besides, the happily ever after is always fleeting
(But would anybody hold my hands if they're still bleeding...?) Forget it
Sure, I'm an "artist" don't doubt it, no ands ifs or buts about it
Yet even so, surprising that the status quo would allow it
While the kids are still stuck in their million dollar houses, with their home makin fakin tennis playin spouses
Recounting my days there, believing I was next, though I gotta say the disdain was hard to disguise
Like destiny was telling me I had no choice
Couldn't forget about a voice across the ocean that said otherwise

But I can see the end of the Dream on the horizon, the lies and delusions that I told myself. But was it a mistake to escape? Well, I couldn't tell ya, cause every minute here has been heaven and hell
Guess it's finally time to let the fantasy end, though I wanted to see you, and I can't pretend that it's fine. I guess until next time, then
Because I genuinely believe: I'll definitely see you again

But I guess I'll go home now

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