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letra de therapy - anurbannerd

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no one will ever hear the voices buried within my subconscious
which make me scream obscenities as if i’m obnoxious
forced to write a verse everyday three at the least
until these nightmare slowly start to fade and the headaches sease
so i guess apparently the pain keeps tearing me apart
but no matter that therapy the mic keeps darin me to start
the vicious cycle again people just can’t comprehend
why do i slit my wrist with a pen to find out where the rhyme begins
it depends on the time of day or better yet the time of night
when i stay up late in frustration or sweet delight
so the mixed emotions slowly manifest themselves on the page
eject the rhyme out my mind in a written rage
my mind draws a blank as the words completely vanish
i smile as the lyrical demons are finally banished
breathing heavily as i empty my thoughts, i try to relax
but the bars keep forming right back, i think i’m having a relapse

so it’s a beautiful nightmare, or a horrible dream
not every bar i read is as peaceful and serene as it seems
hear the screams in between every rhyme
as if my subconscious is clawing at my spine
to escape my fate i stair at the ceiling wide awake
because the beast is released in any other state
he whispers in my ear with ideas so foul
but wait, i hear him talking to me now…

so now jb, why you constantly, tryin to sleep on me
acting like your simple ass actually needs some therapy
listenin to these doctors ain’t you, thinkin they’ll get rid of me
but never that
i will never fade away that easily, your reasoning is way beyond the boundaries of your mind
so you can take this pencil and stick it in his spine
the nurse can get it first, i’ll provide a helpin hand
i have a master plan

doc he’s talking to himself again

so they tie me down and force-feed me crushed pills of ritalin
to counter react these shockwaves of adrenaline
that bombard my brain it’s such a shame this gift is driving me insane
how do i tame, or better yet how do i constantly maintain
the composer of a saint, when i know i need a drink
because the farther from reality the farther i’m in sync
guess my father’s mentality got me barfin in the sink
and it’s hardly meant that way mother f-ck what you think

so it’s a beautiful nightmare, or a horrible dream
not every bar i read is as peaceful and serene as it seems
hear the screams in between every rhyme
as if my subconscious is clawing at my spine
to escape my fate i stair at the ceiling wide awake
because the beast is released in any other state
he whispers in my ear with ideas so foul
but wait, i hear him talking to me now…

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