[Intro]
Thoughts caved in as you passed right through
Have you any chance just to read a single book?
And as our worlds had fallen, crumbled
We battle anyway like our fathers used to say
Yes it happens all the time, broken state of mind
[Verse 1]
Oh, what a cold silent breeze
Oh, how we lied in nights like these
There's no retreating in this bloodshot faith
Face me and repent this curse laid forth to this array
Count it in, lock it up and return with your dismay
[Verse 2]
Why don't you aim for my heart next time?
You shot me in the head, had you thought I crossed the line
Yet I'm living, breathing, feeling, never withering
Better watch that bait that you bit, cos this one is mine
[Chorus]
In fact, I'm trying, trying, trying
It's what I'm good at, bouncing back through the walls
Won't you amplify these noises?
Waiting for the edge of this Earth to hear my call
What a circulation disposition, lighten up this weight now
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Maybe it's a sin that you refuse to understand
You murdered a boy and turned it a broken man
Dancing, oh pacing, heart racing, befallen
Elucidate flower prose with thorny eyes, bleeding rose
[Verse 4]
Rubbing salt on an open wound isn't like you at all
I guess I figured much ever since you took the fall
Lying here taking in the scenery, such beauty, serenity
Take it up a notch, it's time we bury this broken cause
[Verse 5: Rap]
From up these lofty heights I've built up a revelation
Of living with little pawns, dreaming, hoping for dawn disputes
Never not pragmatic, nihilistic, only keeping angels wings
And now you come to me begging to get down on one knee
You think I'm rotting, bottling elixir fixers, and healers
With dealers, try'na catch (a) Luddite despite no respite, living only with spite
Never not now, but now isn't over just yet
The past glories of tomorrow haunt to bite you, I bet
[Chorus]
In fact, I'm trying, trying, trying
It's what I'm good at, bouncing back through the walls
Won't you amplify these noises?
Waiting for the edge of this Earth to hear my call
What a circulation disposition, lighten up this weight now
In fact, I'm trying, trying, trying
It's what I'm good at, bouncing back through the walls
Won't you amplify these noises?
Waiting for the edge of this Earth to hear my call
What a circulation disposition, lighten up this weight now