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letra de nightly - tormance

[verse 1]
when am i gonna wise up
i sleep tight when the dreams demonize us
need the ties cut, i keep my eyes shut, i’m high enough
lighten up, day’s half done and empty like the cup
ugh, day dragged, or is it drug, doesn’t matter
i need the latter, get up higher on the wagon
spinning on the axis, i’m slipping with my practice
but could just be that i need to grab it and relax it
like a rabid dog or a sick man in his p-ssing
regretting if, if he didn’t live with p-ssion
or learn from his mistakes and put the lessons into action
and keep his sh-t packed in, instead of living acting
i’m taken aback , that sounds like me
how could i be proud if i don’t have i.d
compared to mine the voice inside is ten times lively
end times i see ahead but then again that’s nightly
listen to the rain fall
bouncing off the roof while i am bouncing off the f-cking walls
in an uninvolved state, pacing the hall
brainless like at the mall i see it but my name’s not on it all
be it a shawl or the power to make the mountains crawl
or stay regurgitation after throwing back pills and alcohol
how appalled, not now but you’ll come to thank my downfall
cuz a death in the family means cash in the bank vault

[verse 2]
on the job forevermore already my (mah) body is sore
got one wish wanna leave my body and soar
i’m hung up less on the method whether it’s shoddy or sure
my concern lies more with what’ll happen once i’m on the floor
it’s times like this i think not so fondly of longing for cheer
is it wrong my grandfather died and i didn’t shed a tear
does our fate copy our genes both taking a mold
because it snowed at his funeral and he hated the cold
i’m chasing the fold wanna get in and get trapped
avoiding docs at all costs don’t wanna tell me that i’m cracked
keep it abstract but i don’t give em facts anyway i just distract
the rents and faculty i smile they take a victory lap
mind won’t rest i’m crumbling under the stress
but i confess that some effort could move to cooling my jets
but death’d do me best like i’m in the heaven’s gate sect
and i hate ev,ry,body saying stay blessed
gotta get over myself thinking i’m god in the flesh
like i’m holden i’m hopin all of you phonies drop dead
so i won’t have to i’d be happy in a world without a guest
no one to have stolen my breath or stop me fore i’m off the edge
a hog’s head praying to jah to let me die in my sleep
crying for help every time i try to climb and it’s steep
keep getting covered up when i wear my heart on my sleeve
but what’s expected to become of a sheep

- tormance

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