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letra de work in progress - cicada (h.o.s.t. gang)

[introduction]
alright…
no…that’s f-cking stupid…f-ck…dammit…

[verse]
i have trouble starting projects, let alone finishin’
it’s like the more work i put in, the more my work’s diminished
what i have in my head never seems to come out through my hands
it’s the sort of pain that only an artist would understand
heartbreak turns cathartic and then anger exhausts you
being dismissed by the public spits on everything that you’ve gone through
bad decisions that only harm you stem from depression
and failing as an artist makes you feel too stupid to express it
every passin’ night, your hobbies turn into chores
arched over your desk until your back starts turning sore
the free time that you have after grindin’ to get a paycheck
starts becoming grindin’ for free, you feel your time being wasted
workin’ on the same project files
another work in progress in the pile
no fans, but friends think you got talent
and you’re too scared to make them quit thinkin’ that you have it
alone for years, creating this image of yourself
expectations aren’t met, it starts affecting your health
askin’ myself “why did this quit being fun?”
i made so much art as a kid, now i’m stuck making none
did i get worse or was i never good and i’m starting to find out?
am i over-critical and i’m wearing my mind out?
even when i create something new at my very best
i always leave the audience confused or unimpressed
being compared to other artists doesn’t help
when i’m losing sleep trying my f-ckin’ hardest to be myself
i get defensive over this image i made as a persona
even though i hate it, and i want it to start over
i want to find an image i’m happy with commit
but i’m never happy with myself, so i’ll keep resetting ‘til i quit
i’m pulling t–th, but this is my only escape
i was the weird one in school, but in music, i’m embraced
but now i throw away more than what i put out
i’m always stuck in the background no matter how much i stood out
i should just accept some paths in life exist to mislead you
and i…f-ckin’…
and if…oh, that’s f-ckin’…that’s f-ckin’ stupid…
alright, f-ck this. f-ck this
i got work in the morning

- cicada h o s t gang

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