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letra de overload - deperra

[intro]
i’ve spent all my life
playin’ tic tac toe through the days
just waiting for someone to make their move
what happened to field trips?
why must i stay confined?
why don’t their crows fill me with zest anymore?
why don’t i feel like i’m the best anymore?
why does life not feel like life anymore?
and who is that standing in the mirror? i feel

[chorus]
overloaded
drained of life
on the verge of malfunction
what does it mean to be alive?
and what can i do to feel it?

[verse 1]
my sh-ll is decaying, it feels so hollow inside
the rays singe my skin, what else to do but hide?
how did this body somehow manifest a spirit so vile
i’m forgetting that i once was a child
a child who lived a regular life like any other
a child with a mother and a father; and a brother
and acknowledged them and went by his life so normally
innocence was all i ever had, as i was formerly
unaware of the evil that this wild world created
now i can’t even flinch if a man gets decapitated
right in front of my juvenile eyes
the world could end tomorrow and i wouldn’t be surprised, i mean
we’ve all gone to waste, goodbye to the human race
and i’m just another contributor, something i’ll embrace
till the day this planet realizes it’s unfortunate fate
no wonder i tell myself it’s too late to save me
[chorus]
overloaded
drained of life
on the verge of malfunction
what does it mean to be alive?
and what can i do to feel it?
i feel overloaded
drained of life
on the verge of malfunction
what does it mean to be alive?
and what can i do to feel it?

[bridge]
we are only here for a hundred years (is that all?)
we are only here for a hundred years (it’s too many)
we are only here for a hundred years (is that what the tally marks are for?)
we are only here for a hundred years

[verse 2]
save me from myself, i cannot possibly be human
i do not feel like a human, what am i anymore?
what am i anymore?
this doesn’t feel human
i don’t feel human
i don’t feel
my skin is turning to sandpaper
this raggy cloth doesn’t belong on this body, no
eyes are worn and tired
my bushy hair gets in my eyes
this straw on my head does not feel right, no
nothing feels right
this sounds stupid but it’s right
poetry feels stupid now, i don’t wanna fight
i want to live, not die a sad man who never went outside
why am i complaining?
aren’t i standin’ up for what’s right?
why is everything those people say justified?
why should i believe that stereotype?
whatever i type feels wrong but it feels so right
this cage can’t hold me for much longer
need a hacksaw by my side
but it’s a suicide mission, it’s all fabricated in my mind
i need a breeze to sweep me off my feet
i need a breeze to sweep me off the ground
there has to be more to life than this
i need to escape from the escape i found, i feel
[chorus]
overloaded
drained of life
on the verge of malfunction
what does it mean to be alive?
and what can i do to feel it?
i’ll break out
i’ll break out
i’ll escape the sh-ll
and break out
i’ll step one foot out the door
a new life i will have found
i’ll escape the sh-ll
and break out

- deperra

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