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letra de melancholic outlooks on romantic expeditions - illosopher

[verse 1]
pop in before sunrise
a steady fantasy of a young guy
up in all confusing tribe pride
understand the challenge of endless romantics
a hapless endeavor towards one connection, a bandwidth
a distorted desperation for happiness
grasping at wrong straws, amiss a fool hardly
my god be a women—an exact copy in attributes
a force in mastering truth
the unfortunate reality is to look beyond the natural
im-personable disturbances interrupt
the ladder to the only one that should matter, god
got the book upon somе dismissive looks
the swan song for indifferеnt fawning inside easy groupie nooks
lord deny me entry to hedonistic palaces
temporal moments of ecstasy is all that is
a soul forlorn in an odyssey for love
so merge the fork lord

[verse 2]
what is this crisis before me?
a crisis in befuddlement?
how can i encounter the same scenario over and over?
deja vu stunting me and hunting me down
into the void; cynicism prevailing my thoughts
oh what is left to deploy in such a fruitless heart?
nihilism’s beginning. i’m 20 deep into the extra innings
exhausted from efforts going to no mans land
i wish i was brought up with a defeated fan
to h-ll with optimistic outlooks lord
frustrating tasks in monotony elongating the depressive loneliness
i have got to be searching in the wrong places
it’s you that should be the one in my heart lord
i guess i’m just not cut out for supernatural relations
the tunnel; overbearing, overwhelming, claustrophobic
it’s too hard to focus
[verse 3]
a time for reset has come upon
my desperate attempts at coping;
deciphering, over -n-lyzing, interpreting a warped reality
that i know won’t change the oppositions perception
its such a shame i can’t truly be happy in my current circumstance
yearning and longing for one expedition to result in reciprocated success
i guess the consistent dead-ends leading to black holes in
my hope, my trope of running into pre-occupied hearts and minds
finding my continuous age a call for concern
as its easy for pressures of life to come crumbling down at a moments notice
as i cry out for god’s love to overwhelm my desperate heart

[outro]
(scene from before sunrise)

- illosopher

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