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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Tom Letson & the Letdown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Anthony Thomas
Ryan Anthony Thomas
Songwriter
Aleigha Lambert
Aleigha Lambert
Songwriter
Darius Winstead Wesson
Darius Winstead Wesson
Songwriter

Testi

Born to the void
A stranger on the street
Haunted by
The need to try
And feel more complete
Oblivious by fate
I can’t keep awake
And lately I
Am coming to terms
With all my mistakes
But to fill that hole
My social role
Is cuffed to my wrist
So I don’t forget
It’s not why I exist
But still is it so?
Like in the bardo
Just caught in-between
Don’t think I’m an animal
Not quite a machine
And oh nothingness
My greatest gift
Ease my wearied soul
For nothing is
A thing to miss
When something takes hold
When something’s taken hold
Beyond the divide
Scraping skies, they must fear
For the more crowded it gets
The more lonesome
It seems to appear
While violence just hides
Mindless in nature
So I better be
Just like everyone
An actor or a faker
Untamed yet constrained
To the choices we make
Still I am too
Far gone to be
A sinner or a saint
And oh nothingness
My greatest gift
Ease my wearied soul
For nothing is
A thing to miss
When something takes hold
When something’s taken hold
Was told I would grow
From child to man
But I don’t feel
Much different
Don’t feel much of anything
Wish I were content
Could let go of my needs
Oh for this feeling
Of being so lost in the world
Is routine
Would live life more simply
And take on much less
Find a way
To kill all the time
In-between birth and death
And oh nothingness
My greatest gift
Ease my wearied soul
For nothing is
A thing to miss
When something takes hold
When something’s taken hold
Nothingness
My greatest gift
Ease my wearied soul
For nothing is
A thing to miss
When something’s taken hold
Written by: Aleigha Lambert, Darius Winstead Wesson, Ryan Anthony Thomas
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