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this is the final song from my first album. it's rather artsy for trip hop, in that it's supposed to reflect a day in the life of a manic-depressive. it's more white-boy rappin for you! YAY!
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Since 1999, Sleeping Prophet has surprised listeners with his innovative genre-mixing work. Garnering more than 12, 000 plays on mp3.com with over 30 tracks spanning the industrial, trip hop, ambient, and dance genres, TSP's combination of a songwriter's lyricism, a pop sensibility, and a diverse aesthetic sense creates a powerful tapestry of sound.
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Electronic • Industrial
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Peak #377
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Patrick Simonds
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2005 Patrick Simonds
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November 20, 2005
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MP3 6.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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this is the final song from my first album. it's rather artsy for trip hop, in that it's supposed to reflect a day in the life of a manic-depressive. it's more white-boy rappin for you! YAY!
Lyrics
every day i say a simple prayer to the god thatlives inside of me inside of my mind and my body and walks the line between walking the cracks in my life and my jagged soul, looking for sanity looking for a way out, looking for a way up, looking for a way to believe a way to rationalize all this tender pain i feel inside feel people looking at me and this pain i've got to hide masks beneath masks beneath masks and the truth gets lost every time i lose another person more pain is always the cost so i play a game with myself and its called make believe live in a world thats not quite real and never really what it seems..... but i am so fucking gone, sometimes i can't even reach myself and what am i supposed to do, when i need you now i fall into myself these broken dreams cut me all the lies that are my life only serve to bind me to this hell which i have created no more sense of right and wrong only violence and sorrow only struggle to go looking for an answer to life's little question just one little question why am i still alive?
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