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the light, it calls to me
My life, a fallen leaf
in time I thought I'd see
what I was meant to be
The sound of cheers to call me something
I doubt I'll hear afore the numbing
I'm drowned in tears, just always running,
but now it's clear, 'twas all for nothing
But if I never make it,
then it's ok, yeah, I'll just fade away
Cause you can never take this
Take this to my grave, yeah
To my grave, cause
it's my only,
my only
love
Did I make a change?
Will they say my name?
Was this all in vain?
Just for chasing fame
Did I waste my time?
Entire life enshrined
Was it piece of mind
That I was try'na find?
Where did I go wrong?
Write my entire life in song
Did I find where I belong?
Or just lying all along?
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying-
I'll let it burn, let it burn me, and all I was to the ground
If no one ever heard, ever heard me, did I even make a sound?
And all learned, all I learned seems oh so fruitless now...
Every day a question, the tension, obsession
any way to lessen the ever-present sense of regression
Astounding how I'm always doubting every sound I write
Never found the power to ground my mind, and I...
Just wanted to be somebody,
never felt that I'd seem so worthy
Always longing for discovery
only haunted by these melodies
But now my time is near,
No way I can find a clear
Sign that I should persevere,
All I hear is mindless sirens in the night,
light is dying as I wipe my tears
Yeah and I think I'll finally face my greatest fears
And if they never Say It,
then it's ok, yeah, it's my Unsteady State
and you can never break it
break these tethered chains, yeah
We're just the same, cause
it's our only,
our only
love
Did I make a change?
Will they say my name?
Was this all in vain?
Just for chasing fame
Did I waste my time?
Entire life enshrined
Was it piece of mind
That I was try'na find?
Where did I go wrong?
Write my dying life through song
Did I find where I belong?
Or just lying all along?
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying artist
Thoughts of a dying-
If all I was, and ever be
a senseless life, my reverie
oh, a faltered stride and never seen,
an endless lie, a severed dream
If all I was, and ever be
a senseless life, my reverie
oh, a faltered stride and never seen,
an endless lie, no memory
