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Pablo Andres Cuesta
Pablo Andres Cuesta
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Tim Estrella
Tim Estrella
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Pablo Andres Cuesta
Pablo Andres Cuesta
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(Open minds) I don't really understand Got to keep on going, got to stick to the plan? No thanks, got to switch it up a little bit There's no reasons why you and I can't coexist, so- Love is a myth, yet we hold on to it Grown little kid, always throwing a fit Looking around for the safe and the sound When there's nothing but air yet all I want is drown, so- Life - I freestyle it Every time I go outside - I feel violent Every time I open my eyes - I feel crisis There's no reasons why I should even feel like this Like what? Like me? Mr. Incomplete? Talk shit but nobody's even listening Start but not finishing The glow is diminishing Something's always missing I'm out of here, right after this bong hit Knowledge, people shy upon it A greater creature, that's my opponent Distractions everywhere, its hard to focus, but- The gods that we seek Is the earth beneath our feet We can't look weak So we burn down the trees In our pity attempts to breed More human beings Fallen angels - no more halos At this angle - we're entangled We look stable - turn the table Still not able - to look past our shitty little fable Anxiousness, rip this beating heart quick Palpitations are making my stomach sick Over-thinking, never really amounts to shit Spiraling back and forth till I'm back to it I'm on hands and knees just for you to see How much I fucking love you and how much you hate me How much for happy? Too much it's out of reach Heart hung in galleries I'm stuck in fallacies (I was so hard to please) (I hope you never leave me be) This is what it's like when you can't look me in the eyes Can't think of small talk, cant break our stupid pride Night sweats, awoke to a soaked shirt Life gets stranger, as you get older Treat me like an alien, Scully to my Molder Burn my skin, with your cold shoulders (I was so hard to fucking please) (I hope you never leave me be) Idiosyncratic Peer at me, and I'll panic It's either feast or famine I'll never care till the goods are damaged (Open minds) I don't really understand
Writer(s): Pablo Andres Cuesta, Tim Estrella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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