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Peak #1,404
Peak in subgenre #128
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November 06, 2004
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Lyrics
Fortune is what?! nothing but a hopeless engine in dreams
it grits it's teeth, the epitome of a broken epiphany
It mentions me, poker face, complete with inverse rainbows
nothing to hide, but it's all something that they know
The pain shows, I haven't been happy for months
dealt with hands, but I've been just stacking the trumps
The worse thing in existense is when you get near to a person
whom you climb too deep into, and realise it was fear in the first place
Appears in the worst way, that being was fit to die for
that nothing else mattered and acquaintences kiss the sky lawn
It mystifies the norm, where have my friends gone?!
all else is seldom, for hell's dawned it's very new paragon
Every tune's a swan song, as my system collapsed quicker
pondering about selling my life story to Max Clifford
And that's bigger shit than you can ever imagine
like hanging and discovering that Heaven's a landfill
Taking a turn for worse, my shell's the burden or curse
that'll have me distrubed completely, and working in chruch
Have to learn for yourself not to rely on anybody
cause they don't really care for you like those defiant Tamagotchi's
We cant discuss nothing personal, the token for loathing
the saying goes that men are afraid to show thier emotion
It coaxes our focus and builds, till dead set on releasing
We answer with human pendulums descending from ceilings
But this is all about grieving and how we cope with it
I'm not gonna end this yet to become my ghost's spirit
The crow's peering, but I show fearlessness the best I can
looking forward to penetrating revelations testing man
[Hook]
Nothing to do about nothing, 'cause there's nothing to do
Nothing to do about nothing, 'cause there's nothing to do
Nothing to do about nothing, 'cause I'm running from you
Hunting human doubt coming, 'cause there's nothing to do
Used to be elated time's when we were doing nothing particular
as I gaze back to days that weren't something invidious
Hunting insiduous for my life's essence or so it seemed
the littlest things made me beam or maybe I wasn't noticing
Saying I go to sleep smiling and did I toss?, No, Never
now I evacuate slumber for fucking nothing what-so-ever
Got no peril?! Shit! all I got is damn peril
as I prod my exuberance along untill it settles
There's always something that has to remind me of her
on the TV, in my Daily Mirror, the timing gets worse
Just when you've set your mindframe on shooting screens
it all falls down and you hit more lows than fruit machines
Losing regimes to the mainstream of femalesque hating
the craving for caving gets deeper and vagrant
Just eating at patience till vacant and wasted
I'm paying for this pain like I'm preying to Satan
Decaying in stages as if it were the new cancer
that agony got me hooked on extremism like Abu Hamza
I'd love to admit that this is hypothetically speaking
but then that would mean admitting I'm only hypothetically breathing
There's nothing more depressing than riding and listening to love songs
staring up at the clouds and wondering where it all... went wrong
Cause it always goes wrong for me
forcing me to public seats in the street.. pondering
Honestly, think I give a fuck 'bout all of this?!
well you'd be wrong, fuck getting stung by the Hornet's kiss
I'm probably fortunate for all of this, fall for the bitch
no not to your knees, but falling deep in shit
I'm possibly over it now, drown within the motionless sound
found floating in crowds of towns people going about
Their daily business, who aint interested in sex
instead I take steps to achieve inception effects
Back to basics, can of Stella, 20 box of Marlboro lights
A score of draw, mindframe about to perish close to night
Poker in sight, hoping to meet a red queen at the river
but nothing ever goes my way, I guess we're just so indifferent
