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BLEAK
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BLEAK è stato pubblicato il 17 maggio 2024 da Jacob J Pappas come parte dell'album BLEAK - Single
Released17 maggio 2024
EtichettaJacob J Pappas
LinguaEnglish
BPM78
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Who'd be the one to answer my prayers
Calling upon the ones who claim to be there
Endlessly falling into abyss
My blissful ignorance at it again
I lead a cold, Bohemian life
Might be a skeptic or am I just too real?
Optimist or chasing a thrill
Catch a high for the killing
Gimme that bag, gimme that band
Summa that --, gimme that Benz
Something I wouldn't even spend on
Gimme that rent, gimme that check
I got a noose, chain on my neck,
Gimme that
Until the river runs dry
If it's bleak, should we try it?
How we move, it's unknown where we're going
 
Gimme respect, gimme respect
Gimme respect, gimme respect
Gimme a roof, gimme a bed
I need a friend, gimme connects
Something I shouldn't even spend on
If it's bleak, should we try it?
How we move, it's unknown where we're going
Trying hard to keep my head up
This winding road is moving fast, forgot I sped up
Now I'm fed up with all the talk is cheap
Won't let up until I'm at a point of reach
But who knows? Too close, to move slow
Trajectory change
Pain, world devoured by flames
Alternate realities quantum superposition
Bruce Wayne to bat man intuition
Worried bout carbon emissions
But what they're whipping is bitchin'
Amalgamate your eyes
Hear the phrase, read between the lines
Sisyphean path on which you stand remains bonafide
Following tracks to jewels, Don Quixotic,
A mule upon neurotic abuse
Trapped in a system of, "Who views who?"
Well, you do you
Bear Witness, don't be led away from flukes
Embedded ruse behind your tennis noose
Bifurcate the odds, change your point of view
Once you see it, there's a mandelbrot inside the humans, too
Uh, I've been having dreams an awful lot
Thinking about like, can I seize the day when the coffee's not. There?
I might be scared to take on my deepest fears
Universe aligns to what is good and fair
Supposedly
Who will meet me at the golden gates?
What if it's motel door opening to Norman Bates?
Am I awake?
My mind's asleep but, shoot, I'm running late
Have your cake and eat it, too, I guess is what that say
But, am I OK to have a slice of cake and play around my mind?
Hear the bass and feel the roof shake, summat in my ashtray
There's a subtle feeling eyes are on me
Hit the gas, man, I'm fleeing the scene
Now, emancipate the Pyromancers
A pile en masse, the massacre of heated power dancers
No plaster needed, we castaways or forgotten Prancers
Give it a twirl, we handclaps in the sandtrap
I'll show you the world, look at that
The Oval Office an amphitheatre of mocaps
Colosseum filled to the brim with green
I peer amid the scene, see what I mean?
The eyes leer, they sear it on you and me
To them, we obsolete
Just cash me a cheque
I'll be ignorant
If you're off your meds
They'll come for your neck
Just cash me a cheque
I'll be ignorant
If you're off your meds
They'll come for you next
Written by: Jacob Pappas, Jason "Lateau" Lung
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