basically how thoughts make us do bad things
underground ish.
i consider myself a floet...
because i write poems and i flow...
this is just really for fun...
and i do this also to make me
feel better about certain situations.
Story behind the song
i wrote this because i know a few people who do whatever they think, and they cant control it, no matter how much they know what theyre doing...
Lyrics
This is a true story, its all done in the real
Realize the poetry, realize the pain
Its morbidly pre-acclaimed
This highest night, shine though the darkest vice
Portraying the truth, thinking about it twice
We forcefully combine thoughts with fright
Until it sinks in you, until it feeds off you
I won’t clarify it true
I’ll bruise thoughts black and blue
Left satisfied with clues
The saddest thing to do
Climatic left shattered in fragments
Put holes in the thoughts with daggers
Don’t depend on a thought, descend from a thought
Look at what it’s brought
The hate, the flames
The tragedy, the flattery
Its maintaining a persistent battery
Thoughts have feelings, thoughts have true emotions
They have negative intellectual notions
They move people, prove people wrong
Until they perfect the asset
All thoughts pass as fascist
It gets through to nerves the fastest
Urns with the masses
Its like acid to the stomach
The more you crave, the more it ulcers your brain
And it crazes us, amazes the lust
Its thought, brought up in the dusk of trust
Making people stay up all night, its hair pulling
Unruly, ruling to deft what’s moving
It lies in the eyes of the weary
It thrives to revive the deadly
Turns the proud into the pitiful
Showcase thoughts on top of pedestals
Just to get it through your heads
Exhibit the pain, let it circulate your brain
And create the circumstance
Situations becoming more flexible than rubber bands
Understand the struggle, understand the trouble
The thoughts of people keep you a man of the humble
We’re like a strand of hair, and thoughts are the comb
It controls you, makes you feel like you’re not at home
It takes you on a journey of obscurity
People have to learn to be more precautious
Step into my head, listen to my thoughts, it’ll make you vomit
Brake promises, it creates more problems
Its crafty, the perfection of man it can’t be
