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letra de •nine part 2• - crowned in chains

•from behind the gl-ss•
•nine part 2•
•honestly, tonight i’m anxious
haven’t slept a wink in ages
at night, my demon rages
my brain enslaves me, i’m back to these pages
h-llo, notes app. here’s song number 178

been writing more often
but not for creativity
i’m back to writing songs for me
to express depression/anxiety
today the latter is the one that is currently haunting me
and why? because your words h-t the point and jab into me deeply

tyler joseph said he was told he was a copy
well so am i. they say i copy him
ok, let’s sort this out because my mind can’t comprehend
i understand similarity but is that such a problem?
especially when i was writing this whole thing since way before trench?
guess what? the lore behind king suffering was connected for longer then
we knew blurryface had a follow-up that was going to tie-in
the sound is way different, but that doesn’t matter when
i’m on livestream singing his songs. now my voice sounds just like his?
i call bull on that, i’m aware i’m not nearly as talented
my talent isn’t developed and me and him sing in very different fashions
ok, but lyrically, he made a world and i did too, right?
what’s your argument for that one, daniel? whatchu gonna write?
i’m gonna say concept alb-ms have been around for years on years
and while i really connect with tøp’s work, i feel mine is so different

maybe i’m wrong?

but i never had confidence
but i never felt talented
but i never felt favorited
but i’ve felt like nothing
and i feel it writing right now

maybe i’m the poser
are they right?
if i put out what’s next do i lose support?
yeah, i might
in my head i felt confidence for once in what i was doing
now it seems like a big question
maybe it just ain’t nothing new?!
i thought i had this under control
felt something beautiful come to view
then they accused me
i’m a fool
i stole the tools
to fuel
my music’s growth movement?
i swear i didn’t
but that’s not how they see it
if i share my world will i be told it’s already been done and i’ll never make it?
i don’t know

but i never had confidence
but i never felt talented
but i never felt favorited
but i’ve felt like nothing
and i feel it writing right now

i’m crying now
haven’t let the tears fall in awhile now
almost feels relieving as they’re drying out
my blurred perspective feels just like the way they judge what i am trying out
askewed, confused, abused, it’s used, a better versions out
stream trench
i just want to have a way to let what’s in my brain pour out
i just need a way to let the pain and poems out
i just need an audience for my message to surround
maybe i was too influenced by the songs i found
to suit me?
screw it, i am out
i give up, i’ll never learn to please the crowd
always telling me i’m just the same as someone else
always telling me that i’m really the circus clown
laughing stock, a poser, thinks his music can help out
i was wrong

cuz i never had confidence
cuz i never felt talented
cuz i never felt favorited
cuz i’ve felt like nothing
cuz i feel it writing right now

but i can’t give up
the peasantry surrounds me, i can feel them lift me up
the tears still soak my face, but i can feel them wipe them off
they still believe in me, they know i didn’t steal the songs
the king is in my ear, please protect me from his tongue
it means so much to me that i’m original
but anything i do has been done
so instead of worrying i’m stealing from someone
i’ll just perfect the message
i’m done caring again
no more song form again
its me writing with confidence for once
im gonna share this world with you no matter what they say because at this point my entire being is already in it. and yours is too. and i know that what ive created is worth your time, even if it resembles the work thats been done by someone else. by dozens of artists who probably do it better. hundreds. thousands. i was honestly more inspired by the band red then i was by tøp when forming my world. did i they copy tøp? theyve been doing this longer! it doesnt matter. its all part of this destructive culture forming. its all out to get me as someone trying to stand out. you can’t stand out when poems and music have been around for decades. brand new doesnt exist! but im done caring. im not nothing. im the product of what the king put me through. im the product of his prison now using every gift ive been divinely given to continue to wage war against every move he makes. i claim the peasantry as family, i’ll do anything to protect them. i may be a peasant, but that means i have nothing to lose. you can’t go below the bottom, but you can rise to the top if you fight for it

and i’m gonna fight for it
like i have •nine• lives
cuz i’m a mother freaking walrus
lean on my mother freaking pride
yeah, i did steal that line
just to poke fun at my mind
for being anxious all the time;
irony helps me cope with the grind
it feels good to regain “fine,”
until tomorrow, oh ache of mine
just wait until the next dm i get
then we can all continue crying

but i never had confidence
but i never felt talented
but i never felt favorited
but i’ve felt like nothing
and i feel it writing right now•

•nine part 2•
•from behind the gl-ss•

- crowned in chains

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