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madcap1 - the voice كلمات الأغنية

you tell the children they can be
what they aspire to become
just take aim on the target
and start firing the gun
but your lying to your sons and daughters
by the time they’re wise enough to see it
they’ve invested all their life
in some futile stunt
take me, i’m sitting on this park bench
with a rumbling stomach
worked three jobs today
now find myself on a cliff face
try’na conjure the courage
to lunge from it, tumble and plummet
plunging to my death becausе of a life
i just can’t stomach
the disappointment of this is poignant
a twistеd story of a kid that’s toyed with
’til his very existence is poison
’til i’m crushing money spiders
sh_tting on pigeons, stepping on cracks
drubbing four leaf cloves
bricking all mirrors, pennies thrown back
i’m giving up, not wishing for luck anymore
f_ck any door that opens up
telling me to ‘up and leap forth’
inducing me to stop the scrutiny
and seize the opportunity
when it sees me trust it foolishly
it completely drops the roof on me
ambition’s gone
i can feel it while i script this song
the plastic bic i palm
suddenly weighs a frickin’ ton
and i’m a ticking bomb
exhausted all my routes except for one
gripping on the thinnest ray of hope i’m slipping from
i’ve been doing this sh_t for too long
living on too many futons
housing couches, sofa beds
open spreads, gotta move on
from the vicious circle, wishing work will
fall on my lap and hit a curve ball
shift from working shift of scrubbing dishes up and
teaching martial arts, barely breaking even
failing even to pay the cheapened hall hire
with the quid i earn, i’m
forever try’na make ends clash
to the point my funds crashed
and i watched my club collapse
now i’m on my last leg
the st paul’s class is dead
my music’s fast bled
and rent is taking my last bread?
f_ck life
i’m sick of it
try’na fight a good fight at this point in my life is ignorant
like launching an attack when you’re at your weakest
feet slipping, i try to keep swinging
but i’m already defeated
like “don’t stop!”
but can you blame me? when you haven’t felt the pain
resulting from a decade
of forcing a belief in yourself against all odds
even when that voice in your head is saying to quit
you smile like “knock it off”
surprising yourself with the tenacity
you won’t quit
you’ll last, you just need focus
and your talent to be noticed
but maybe the voice isn’t your enemy
maybe it’s your friend, telling you
“please stop, the dream you have won’t end as you intend”
maybe the voice isn’t your enemy
maybe it’s your friend, screaming
“why spend your life building something when it ends at your expense?”
[outro] (lucy sturgess)
we are the children of the storm
wings are broken, sails are torn
born with souls of fire and flame
and a voice that cries of rain but
time will not heal
no, time will not heal
time will not heal

- madcap1

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