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Peak #26
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April 06, 2015
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Lyrics
The lights are fading to black
Now I’m taken aback
Watching my desire die
I should be tried for failure to act.
Stray from the pack and
Renounce a living of altruism for
Being money and power driven
And forget all the things that you found fulfilling. Nah
I wanna head to the sticks.
Let the river cleanse me of this stench of the rich.
Guy Montag baptism from fascism.
I won't settle for this.
“DK you’re getting pretentious a bit,
Talking all existentialist.
Power to the people, clenching your fist
Yeah yeah yeah we’re getting the jist.”
But I get why Dave Chappelle turned down
50 mil and he fled to Africa.
Why gain the world but lose your soul?
I guess it's a test of character.
Tryna keep artistic integrity -
While they mold you into a different identity.
But don’t let negative thoughts beat you -
Your own mind is a formidable enemy.
Look up, the world is ours.
Wise up but learn to laugh.
Chattin bout demonization of the working class.
What's next, you're gonna start burning bras?
When life's making no sense..
Change it, don’t let it be a painful process.
When you can say the worst year of your life was the best -
...That’s when you’re making progress.
I ain’t hanging around…
A mindset out for the cash...
It’s dragging me down,
I see them flashing it out and I’m out in a flash
I feel like death. No wonder
Constantly hungover, snowed under.
At the gallow structure...
Watching the crowd as I hang over in the rope under.
Trial and error.
I’ve been a writer as long as I can remember.
I think of the time and the effort I put in
Hours on end, no type of agenda.
I guess I felt this pride -
When I left the studio hyped,
Why did I get an assurance as gratifying as ever.
“Look at this shit that I put together!”
It kept me sane, a platform
Easing the tension a means of expression.
You’ve gotta face those demons reflecting
Back in the mirror and seek intervention.
And now gather the herd.
Nothing to fear I'm a man of my word.
First world problems.
Bitching about our second helpings and this, that and the third.
Stare back at the unattractive.
And ditch unproductive habits...
We all lie in our opium dens,
On a comfy mattress with comfort blankets.
Your eyes are closed.
Can't find your soul ...Item sold.
And that applies to most
So I guess that the Devil buys in bulk.
I ain’t hanging around…
A mindset out for the cash...
It’s dragging me down,
I see them flashing it out and I’m out in a flash
I feel like death. No wonder
Constantly hungover, snowed under.
At the gallow structure...
Watching the crowd as I hang over in the rope under.
