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letra de golden - maldo

seem to agree that
(and there’s just got to be more to life than not wanting to go home)
whatever their differences in opinion
that survival is a good thing
in some sense, if not survival in this body
even the most, uh
i mean the people who would rather be dead than read
but if you think about it deeply
there are several stages in thinking about it deeply
the first stage, is the real horrors of endless night
of the futility of the whole conception
that one’s own lifе, might be nothing but
a flash, and beyond that, nothing
and we all cling to this idеa of survival
with tremendous passion

i can feel it in the air with my arms open (yeah)
running through these fields when the skies golden (yeah)
escaping from the world for even just a moment (uh)
it’s time to close your eyes and feel yourself floating (yeah)
it’s okay to let go, of what’s all broken (look)
i wish you all the best, said it soft-spoken
sometimes you need to change when them doors closing
seperate the pain from the main focus (and if you do that…)
i’m the voice inside your head when you feel hopeless (you’re in the state of nirvana)
we’ll get you in the game, get a new motiv
another lesson learned as you keep growing
another leaf fallen as the wind’s blowing
but still standing there tall, never stopped posing
it’ll happen over time, they’ll all take notice
you may have felt dead, but now your face glowing
your heart was cold-black, but now you shine golden
now you shine golden
let it go
because it’ll come back to you, if you let it go
but if you don’t let it go
you’ll just suffocate
so, a person in the state of nirvana
is what we might call a ‘blown-out person’
like ‘blow your mind’
let go, don’t cling
then you’re in the state of nirvana (and uh…)

i have a really hard time saying ‘let go’ (i can feel it!) (woah!)
bottle up emotion ’til i explode (yeah)
put it on the paper, then i expose (feel it!)
all my own issues that i ‘tip-toe’ (and uh…)
our mind keeps racing after reload (yeah)
it feels so different from our ego
in the hard times, hard to keep hope
so i give it to the world with a tempo
when i upload
maybe they can decode, all i couldn’t then at the crossroads (i’m sorry)
use it for yourself, never implode
i just keep it to myself, never impose (nah)
in a big city but i’m still alone (yeah)
and you’ll never be happy, what you can’t control
it’s best to let go, let the bad corrode
replace it with a throne in the form of gold
come and get the gold
so if you, (yeah) really (come and get the gold)
go the whole way
and see how you feel (yeah) at the prospect of vanishing forever
of all your efforts and all your acheivements, and all your attainments
turning into dust, nothingness
what is the feeling?
what happens to you?
all kinds of poetry emphasizes the theme of transience
and there’s a kind of nostalgic beauty to it
and the laughter, echoes only, in ones mind
and then the echo goes (i can feel it!)
the memory, the traces are all gone
that’s the end, you see?

- maldo

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