Letras
Living through a cycle of nightmares, and they don't fight fair
But I'll be right here, hands up high, with my parry arm up
'Til I carry on up these dreams out the box up the right stairs
And I've been fighting for a minute, a long list of givens
That we chisel even if they cause schisms
Or a crack or a break in the mold we make
Pay tribute to the motherfucking tolls we paid
I'm gone 'til November, a long list of members
That we missed on the list apologize for December
The long winter fell on this game of thrones
But I be living out the box 'til I'm HBO
We all fall, we all rise, we alright
With the bumps and bruises proving to em' we all tried
To do something with the gift, something to uplift
Eating chicken noodle soup until my soul gets fit
The biggest loser in the world or the duke of fucking earl
Both poles represented while we looking for our plurals
The we, the us, and all beings
Who're sick of being cynical and trying to find a meaning
To this life that we cooked up, then we shook up
Recipe we scratched 'cause the past got looked up
The scars we took that we keep, 'cause the tat doesn't cover the fact that we bleed
The things we saw when we were young
The time we did things just for fun
I'd hate to lose even just one
But I'll let it go
We learn the practice what we preach
And practice, we still seem to cheat
Practice preaching and practically
But I'll let it go
Life stories that take shape and then get dented
Veneers for the fake smile from that dentist
The cheers from the crowd for the introspection
Airholes in the pain 'til we all feel vented
But, we can't slow down the timeline
The mirrors got ears and the ears are allies
We listen real close through the years and outline
The parts that we love then repress those hard times
Time we keep and time we lose
We all hit delete when defeat stops snooze
Or are the real dreams the day-mares