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gon – echo كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: gon]
not only is it unfair
but i’m not having fun here
sick of exchanging my deepest thoughts with your dumb stares
times of my anguish, lie in my bas-m-nt
lights off, trying to recite rhymes in sign language
i’m anxiously pacing this room, standing obsolete
my hands are locked in grief
even my shadows mocking me
drink half the potion, wings sn-tched in motion
manufactured hearts and shrink wrapped emotions
i have to leave this place, it’s evil how
the people who tend to speak the loudest always have the least to say
i am jack’s smirking revenge
i am pieces of jack, now wondering why paraffin never worked for me then
conversing with pens
complaining to myself about myself
about complaining to myself
about myself and so on
the rifle i blasted
it’s the same cycle i’m trapped in
gettin sliced by the same insane psycho i laughed at
i guess, in many ways, mcing is the art of
wasting one’s life complaining bout it
till it falls crushed
lower middle cl-ss to middle cl-ss
to skipping cl-ss, to spitting raps
to scribbling facts to build his track
before my heart busts

[hook: gon]
if i ever reach the dream, i’ll let it echo
repeat the scene and let it echo
if i ever need to leave, i’ll let it echo
please believe i’ll let it echo
if i ever meet defeat, i’ll let it echo
delete the scene and let it echo
if i ever cease to breathe, i’ll let it echo
release the scream and let it echo

[verse 2: gon]
i am no longer a scarecrow in a field of happy faces
but i must admit i love the rusted fist i ran away with
p-ss my days counting pieces of my former mood
giving pointers to the roman guards that they’re sending in to torture you
look for what’s hidden and stood reminiscing
all those times i nodded at you like i understood when i didn’t

[left] [right]
logic with half proof and i would not even
conscious but can’t move wanna stop breathing
he was stripped of his stones but i can’t stand the gl-ss room
and then locked in a gl-ss room that you all have locked me in

stop it!
i can’t dude
you dropped it?
i had to
i want a clean shot like getting popped in a bathroom
(…) by these d-mn joes
no offered rest stops
flowing with the energy that throws off your head box
confused? i will not sell style for commission
when in my day i’m already 12 hours in prison
it’s like…

[verse 3: gon]
she’s so hard to get attention from
he let his tension run
loosened his ring to fight with his flaws and his resentment won
self hate is the aftermath
partly cause it’s pedigree and partly cause he’ll never be
the man that she would rather have
invisible monster
innocent militant feeling his heart thump in his neck
while her neglect’s ripping his ligaments
he’s sick of the show front
the whole public is rope judges
no, nothing, won’t budge
she don’t love him
so f-ck it
now he’s on some suffocating protest of air pollution
wears his prudence on his prosthetic p-ssion to scare the humans
compared illusions
trying to convince himself that she don’t exist
but he’s too weak to smile, it’s easier to moan and b-tch
maybe he’d rather just dwell in her firm grip
maybe he’s sick of talking about himself in third person
on the other hand, in this case the left one
i limp with a back full of blades
and a handful of breadcrumbs
dropped them now i stand twerked
i wear my heart on my sleeve
but this summer’s too hot to wear a d-mn shirt
land hurt and fall victim
i know it’ll take more than beats
and words that rhyme to solve this one

- gon

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