Cycle of Nightmares (Let It Go)

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

Waking up longing for the ways of the day care

The innocence gone, the renaissance song

The cinema we live to pop-corn

Amazed by the maze that we took for granted

Put the dreams in the mail but forgot to stamp it

And now they want junk, the postage went up

And your rent check probably got stuck

The lord of your land probably quite concerned

Both sides of the aisle got to fight the urge

To just fight for first, and then fight the curse

That was made on the day that they felt the worst

'Cause that ain't the truth that ain't what's you

March to a different drummer 'til you break the loop

And like

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