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letra de middle of the night - zack mentum

[verse]
all that i am is a reflection of thought
drawbacks i can handle, it’s direction i’ve lost
thought back to my shambles, my perception of cost
brought me back dismantled in the arms of the dropped
health is of the essence, i think i’m missing the message
cigarette smoke and dwindling hope
unhealthy methods to cope along with my antidepressants
priests blessing my penance without the presence of god
it’s no wonder i’ve been reckless, give me a second to drive
turned the whip into a weapon, aggressions’s all that i’ve got
is there heaven or dead end across the way and if not –
i guess i’m the exception to all the lessons i’ve taught
i know nothing at all, i got way too involved
forgotten some things i’ve lost, i could’ve made you a star
i think i’m falling apart, i’m sad i dragged you along
you will never forgive me, too bad that’s all that i want
rise with the breaking of dawn, the next day you were gone
we kept making those promises but you couldn’t hold on
you just stood in astonishment as i was proving you wrong
then the ambulance came and that’s when i knew you were gone

[skit from an american werewolf in london]
jack : i was surprised at how many people came
david : why should you be surprised? you were a very well-liked person
jack : yeah, i was, wasn’t i? debby klein cried a lot
david : am i asleep now, or what?
jack : so, you know what she does? she’s so grief-stricken, she runs to find solace in mark levine’s bed
david : mark…levine?!
jack : an -ssh0l-! life mocks me even in death

[verse ii]
a surge in re-ssurance may be all that i need
the importance of being earnest, why i can’t fall asleep
mind distorted, conscious the furthest as i fall to my knees
dine with spiritual orphans, order endorphins
options just hurt us, go numb calling to peace
i can’t even feel the emotion of time
if one thing’s real it’s the erosion of mind
plant the seed of eternity in the most open of minds
grow the gift of good karma but nothing to show for it, lies
handle my pride with tremors, walk through a blind september
if autumn was august i’d promise i’d try to remember –
anything better than an ominous pleasure
but the leaves fell early, nothing good lasts forever
as the hammock swayed back, the sun set on the bridge
i could never relax, slack on tryna give back
even the hand of the righteous run out of blessings to give
(zack?)
in the middle of the night is when i started to live

- zack mentum

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