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作曲 : Chinkid Viitø

作词 : Chinkid Viitø

编曲：Syndrome/Homage

This hard to put into words, it's hard to vocalize

Everyday, the voices in my head start to multiply

My brain is permanently stuck inside of overdrive

So many thoughts but nothing here can seem to coincide

Try to make the voices stop, and close my eyes

It doesn't work, I should tunnel where the gophers hide

Clocks everywhere but don't nobody know the time

More like rolling dice, living stuck within this poltergeist

I wrote a line about wind blowing the ocean tides

Mobilizing the leaves to start floating by

Wish I could be a kite raised into the open sky

Why am I thinking about leaves, when am I going to die

Why am I questioning myself, when the flows divine

Who even decided that Hip Hop is supposed to rhyme

Forgot what I was doing, liquor will help me override

Find it so much harder to focus within a sober mind

I'm finding clarity, no more voices to bury me

These drinks are an antidote, a natural therapy

Fuel my thoughts to new heights, like it was kerosene

See the truths of the world and process them carefully

Transparency beneath the parody, my third eye watches

The globe revolves slower as my verse skyrockets

Like a prophet, speaking wisdom, my drunk mind blossoms

Funny how I see the truth clear when I'm not conscious

Confusion, is this the real me, or is it illusion

Would it be intrusive, if I prefer a delusion

A mess when I'm sober, enlightened when my brain is polluted

Don't have the blueprint, just want to know where the truth is

Maybe I'm crazy or hysteric, schizophrenic

Can I really change the world when I am this pathetic

A thought can only bring me down, if I let it

Trying to make it to the top, hope I don't miss the exit

An epidemic, say 'follow your dreams', all this a scheme【"

Build you up to tear you down, they love watching you bleed

Wallow in greed, now say to face reality, common routine

Want us to live like robots, and give our jobs to machines

What's the point of teaching and learning, only left with curses

Am I the only one thinking these questions, telling verses

Am I sleeping or crazy, do I exist past my epidermis

There's only one truth that I know for sure, death is certain