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letra de the yak song - vylet pony

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concealed behind impressions
an ego that you define
stifling an ecstasy
lay cloven prints in time

you are who you say you are
each stroke is yours to mark
cascading thoughts, ambitions
chasing down that spark

—

i’ll never tell their stories
i’ll never let them define me

—

i’ll never sing that song
like my father before me
sink that hook
looking up when it’s storming

stomp it out
when i’m tired of everything
i don’t wanna see the spring
are you even listening?
don’t wanna livе on a faith
anymore
bury the pastor’s keys
brеaking down cathedral doors

i’m still the yak they raised
but now i’m the devil that they’ll face

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write them down, these hopes and dreams
you’re more than just a sum
abandon all the pages
in a never ending story

the past does not define you
you define it so
ink the chapter in your name
upheld by the page before

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shut the f-ck up
until i’m done, speaking
lay it on the line
when you’re done reaching
yak song
yak song
i’ll sing it
my own way

yak song
yak song
tear down every
portrait

i’m still
bleeding
i’m still
bleeding
out

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they’ve been ignoring
every word
i speak
each sentence
torn by fibers
they think that i’m a freak

when will this nightmare end?
i’ll stomp it out ‘till nothing’s left
when can i hear my voice?
your tears nourish the riverbed

these tears you’ll shed
this blood you’ve bled
will save your soul
when all is done and said

—

i’ll never sing that song
like my father before me
sink that hook
looking up when it’s storming

stomp it out
when i’m tired of everything
i don’t wanna see the spring
are you even listening?

don’t wanna live on a faith
anymore
bury the pastor’s keys
breaking down cathedral doors

i’m still the yak they raised
but now i’m the devil that they’ll face

i’ll never sing that song
like my father before me
sink that hook
looking up when it’s storming

stomp it out
when i’m tired of everything
i don’t wanna see the spring
are you even listening?

don’t wanna live on a faith
anymore
bury the pastor’s keys
breaking down cathedral doors

i’m still the yak they raised
but now i’m the devil
now i’m the devil
now i’m
now i’m the devil
that they’ll face

- vylet pony

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