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clutterculture – complex / god كلمات اغاني

complex

(v1)
my own awareness and complex is luring me/
straight into a manic state, where i’m just furiously/
trying to cure and secure myself from insecurities/
and be a piece of sh-t in pursuit of truth and purity/
i feel too much, maybe in the middle, feel too little/
i feel too little, small minded illwillin, still considered/
a bitter kid with a triggering will to deliver/
a piece of my withering confidence at the couple’s dinner/
i filled my thoughts with “i don’t really like my figure”, figured/
i need an epiphany to see that my heart should be bigger/
an idealist but my robin still got arrows in the quiver/
i wanna be brave but seems that i can only shake and shiver/
i froze myself out of the centre i am shook/
i have realized i’m not half as cool as i look/
the hair and the tats was half of what it took/
cuz in my face you can read “war and peace” like a book/

(chorus)
my hall of mirror have a hundred eyes
but only two are looking back. i wonder why
hey you
hey beautiful

(v2)
i have congested my demons and came over monsters/
pondering i should make an effort and with some stretch/
i used to use “do a suplex” as a subject just to contest/ the complex
complexity of complex compressed into a concepts/
consentually f-cked 20 girls in a year like a contest/
a piece of snm meanwhile my whole soul was in bondage/
the content of the story was mongering for something honest/
hence conscious that myself was my final conquest/
i went completely bonkers from seeing my own price/
thanks to the answers and insight through all the known lies/
i got to know myself but still ignoring wrong signs/
because as of now it seems that where ever i go, i/
contemplate how to turn common good to common great/
but it doesnt matter how much i’m trying to compensate/
for being conceited but it seems that i’ve come to a state/
where my complex turned to smugness after a self-hate/

(stick)
lucifer son of the morning (i’m important)
the lost son of god, gotten orphaned (i’m important)
i broke my way out of boredom (i’m important)

(verse 3)
i looked in the mirror my smile is the meanest, believers/
see mixture between myself jesus, and narcicus/
i lie down in my own lap and wish, it was khadija’s/
seducing n’ kissing myself for no reason/
the more confident i grow the more i grow radical/
what’s god got to do with it he can go dammit all/
god of men in my art hence we can know man in god/
with my god complex i became megalomaniacal/

god

(v1)
a slippery slope, wherever you go/
realize it as ident-ty crisis takes a blow/
no more saying “this is what i am, so”/
so? you could be a million things, but i know/
there is no one thing that you are/
one thing that you are/

(chorus)
you could be god
you could be god
you could be god
you could be god

(v2)
your rendezvous was to run to what you hardly knew/
in order to know yourself but it’s only partly true/
your part is through your dreams could fit through the needles eye/
and the need to fight desires turned into a needless fight/
but i know one thing you could be/
one thing you can be/

- clutterculture

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