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letra de ambition - sunbane

[verse 1]
and i will
rinse my mouth till i’m no longer hungry for a quick fix of poetry that n0body believes
prince of south wales rapping bout his ego trying to concede to dream thieves

and i will
terrify the colours of autumn, ’cause they oughta know that my boldness will thwart’em
saw some leaves shaking from the ledge and i pledged that i’ll never ever fall like that

and i will
answer how are you with a vengeance for daring to quiz this mayan vibe
it’s in a constant state of electrification, infect my sedation with cyanide

and i will
warn my posture of the travesty in slouching, scorn at the frost you inhabit on the couch
sing songs from the ancient, doubt the blatant, scout the wisdom from a vacant land
of desserts and secrets, halcyon seeks us
but only divine ones can reach for the peaks, thus
shrine me in gold when i die ’cause gold, as i’m told, signifies something higher
i aspire to realms of achievers and saints
at the helm my ambition meditates

[hook 1]
i will hold back the rise of the red-and-black sun
i will hold back the rise of the red-and-black sun
i will hold back the rise of the red-and-black sun
i will keep up the fight till the morning comes

[verse 2]
and i will
contort the shape
manipulate the clock
and squeeze in 25. (4-3-2-1)
i won’t appease that time is plenty
mine is empty twine’s my drive
other’s ache from tired bones
a mind that halts its growth is shown
to never race with horses
the stallion endorses my intent
and yet it’s not enough
when rest becomes a lover’s bluff
i spend this life in search of tough terrain
un-chart-ed soils
long-may-the-reign
of-martyred-souls
that-waivered-plain
(i don’t want to sleep anymore)
tell the stories we, as mortal foals, could never hope to share
and i will despair
repeat, repeat, repeat till peter’s pas de deux un sacre bleu

and i will
contort the shape
manipulate the clock
and squeeze in 25. (4-3-2-1)
i won’t appease that time is plenty
mine is empty twine’s my drive
other’s ache from tired bones
a mind that halts its growth is shown
to never race with horses
the stallion endorses my intent
and yet it’s not enough
when rest becomes a lover’s bluff
i spend this life in search of tough terrain
un-chart-ed soils
long-may-the-reign
of-martyred-souls
that-waivered-plain
(i don’t want to sleep anymore)
tell the stories we, as mortal foals, could never hope to share
so i will prepare my savage palms to play the parts of something intricate
a clay-like origami of the infinite

[hook 1]

[outro]
and maybe i will sleep tonight
and maybe i will sleep tonight
and maybe i will sleep tonight

- sunbane

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