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letra de the poor cosmonaut - savan depaul

[verse]
undoubtedly
i spat the sick sh-t on the path to sickness while i man the cygnus
ha, as i float endlessly in entropy
i’m hitting myself for not achieving what he said to me
what he said to me
when i set out on the journey
i was determined to deliver the words of my destiny
but i wasn’t worthy certainly, rest in peace
for celestial worms, i’m just a recipe
in sediment rest at ease
rest at ease
or maybe amongst the stardust
because because the bars just-
don’t translate to others upon the sidelines
wise guy
the same people to whom i recite lines
but we need to cop tickets
and we need to drop wisdom
and we need to jot writtens
and please needledrop critics
or maybe use my barbed scissor arpeggio
and transplant bars into heart with some flow
and so
the poor cosmonaut whines repeatedly
’cause others socialized more easily
that insecurity defeated me
yes, asperger’s is sh-te but your ethic is sh-ter
i applaud depaul for not wanting to write with the ridaz
and find the writers
all transcribed squares – why?
i see lines in the cypher
i just see lines in the cypher
but take it all for granted
this is the rambling of a damaged man in panic
chanting in a xenomorph laguage
a manic m-n-script handwritten
and the lyrics he brandished in panic
too intangible to manage
too intangible to manage

[interlude]
i want you all to imagine yourself floating through sp-ce
surrounded by its vastness
an expanse full of life and death
as you float along the nebulae
i also want you to imagine being isolated in this environment
no one to share your experience with
no one to communicate with
no one to understand
this is me everyday

[chorus]
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
i used to be conscious of my disability
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
i used to get worried when critics weren’t feeling me
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
i sank into feelings of doubt about everything
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
when critics told me that i wasn’t worth anything
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
but this alb-m is to heal the wounds
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
k!ll my demons and seal their tomb
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
so it’s i all till infinity
(oh the poor cosmonaut, oh the poor cosmonaut)
depaul till the end of me

- savan depaul

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