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letra de re-entry - schäffer the darklord

well i’ve been out of this world now for a minute
split when the bad sh-t was only just beginning
to a distant and cold place where i could find some quiet
and i’ll admit it, for a while i kinda liked it

free from the plague, far from petty lies and violence
but over time i grew tired of the silence
sick of missing out on all the things that once were h-lla dope
millions of miles away, peering through a telescope

hoping for an opening, nope, n0body’s going in
fled so far away that there was no one, all alonе again
i made due with a makeshift stagе
making beats with my skull against the walls of my cage
now when the sun hits upon the day of my arrival
my one wish is to survive without denial
i am done with just watching the world burn
i think it’s time to return

i’m going back, i’m coming around
i’m picking up speed till i’m reaching the ground
head’s been in the clouds (stars), now i’m heading back in
open all hatches and extend all flaps and drag fins
i’m coming home, i’ll go it alone
i can try my best, but the rest is unknown
brace for the return of the century
if i don’t burn up on re-entry

i’m going back down to earth where i began
before i flunked a test, flipped a desk, and i ran
with both middle fingers up, pointed behind me
in search of a safe sp-ce where no one could find me

and finally hop off the clock and stop talking
get caught up with the thoughts that i brought up from the bottom
to the top in a box, locked off with a thick door
i guess i got what i wished for

isolation’s maddening, alienating and straight damaging
highlighting what’s real and what all was really happening
home is where i’m coming, away from here i’ll go
‘cause “come” is done with others whereas “go” is done alone
now when the moon dies as i fall through the plane
i’ll see those blue skies, they’ll be calling my name
i’m bringing new eyes but no prizes or loot
just empty pockets in a flight suit

on re-entry

so kick the tires, twist the wires with blood
light the fires, pop the clutch and push it out of the mud
to face a future like the blank pages of a calendar
if i don’t fall to pieces, all defeated like a challenger

through a loud sound that roars in my ears
i hear a countdown that’s been running for years
i am out now if i’ve got the right stuff
‘cause i know now i’ve had enough
i’m going back, i’m coming around
i’m picking up speed till i’m reaching the ground
head’s been in the clouds (stars), now i’m heading back in
open all hatches and extend all flaps and drag fins
i’m coming home, i’ll go it alone
i can try my best, but the rest is unknown
brace for the return of the century
if i don’t burn up on re-entry

i’m going back

- schaffer the darklord

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