michelangelo – self كلمات اغاني

self

verse 1

i just want my own car, my own clothes, my own bed , my own rest, my own debt , my own head, my own stress

i just want my own chase , my own sp_ce, with no trace, my own cake and eat it in my own cage

my own time, my own line,  my own pen, my own paper  outside, my own trust,  my own lie

i just want my own thoughts , my opinion, bad decisions , my flaws,  i don’t want yours

my own complex , my own context,  convex mind caved in, confess with no strings left

my own emotion, over flowing, closed or open. tongue like a trigger, holding back loaded plosives

my own name, my own brain , my own pain,  my own dna

i just want my own self  but self is an illusion.  i am just everyone around me in a f_cking fusion

verse 2

everyone is so flawed
even your idols, behind closed doors

be cautious in the footprints you follow
pick and choose the lessons and the bullsh_t you borrow

take the good from a given individual , be careful of residual left overs, and pitiful

pettiness that comes from people and their  selfish remedies which result in evil

possessing them like an entity , feeding on your soul trying to f_ck up your empathy

transforms you into an enemy
l_sting over envy, pride, boiling endlessly

watch your mind shrink, your heart break, your pride fake , the rest will fade away, your expiration date is coming

if you can’t locate the self
watch out because you will become somebody else

verse 3

i’ve always been a bright bubble , standing behind a body,  seeing before eyeb_lls,  my ego’s a f_cking copy

i can’t help it when this  id is out to stop me
super ego sitting on my the head  tries to shock me

all these hands are destined to do is  dig dirt
scribble a sh_t verse ’til my  wrist hurts

coz we’re all speckles and dust , freckles and f_cks
constellations and crumbs , echoes from c_nts

deep depression, we don’t have a reason
crossing off the calendar, it’s suicide season

70% of time sleeping
nightmares about waking up in the night screaming

my thinking and my instinct are too different
my impulses, and ideology don’t mix in

what prince with one brain can think twice
on a white sphere in sp_ce, spikes and thin ice

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