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Lyrics:
A man stands by the road under a street light/
Just thinking to himself wondering what it feels like/
To be so different, to feel that magnificence/
To live in his imagination instead of his real life/
In many cases, those feelings come an go/
but no, this wasnt a case for just a pot of gold/
this was a transition between what he had written/
an what he was at the time, before he ever wrote cold/
he had a deep meaning, the beat of own feelings/
would feat to be seen an achieve it without a known reason/
it peaked to be shown easy the people that wrote clearly/
believe it to hold fear an keep him from the cold freezing/
An at one point, he suddenly just woke up/
He lost his memory an found himself in a warm hug/
within a family, a stable occupation/
but the last thing he remembered was that street light glow up/
Lifes a game an the rules are set in stone/
Some cheat some lie try to get the most/
Some flee hoping they dont ever involved/
but end up in the corner of rejection/
Times come where people try to make the most/
Some die before they're old enough to get the rules/
Some try despite they get assault/
An end up in the corner of Perfection/
So you may be wondering what had happened next yeh/
Well to understand we have to go back to that first year/
He was under alot of pressure an it broke loose/
to the point where he gambled his whole life an made a wrong move/
He overdosed in a few days an it looked grim/
doctors didnt think he could survive so they hooked him/
up to his final hours but somehow he would die/
an the doctors just realised he was still tryna fight alive/
But he had nobody, he should of lost every will of living/
So why was he fighting to wake back up with nothing giving/
Well we wouldnt know what he found as his reason/
But we came to find out, that he wanted to keep on dreaming/
An after 15 years in that state he eyes opened/
refusing to believe that this was his life chosen/
Tryna force himself to sleep every night hoping/
He would wake up into his dream an see his wife coping/
An it may be stupid to envy such a man/
But imaginations magic an its tragic that people laugh/
Cause without it the world would be a different location/
Science minus mind music art, simple innovation/
Without a dream or an image to find a reason for living/
Were no more than existant from a sheep or chicken/
We seek knowledge through fear get it steered by religion/
So if fates not twisted were engineered in contradiction/
Chorus x2
So whats left of my little known bold tale/
Well its simple, the man didnt have no trail/
So how could we believe what he said was in fact/
Well he wrote it the night he overdosed up to the detail/
An whether we may not believe that it felt real/
15 years dreaming would take 50 years to take pills/
So its no matter whether what he had had happened/
cause when you die you lose both the worlds that you tried to help build/
I was looking for a league of legends strategy...that was nice though
falcordpwns555 6 months ago 2
your fucking hard
some contest out der ;)
flowLDN 7 months ago
good job man! You got some talent! :)
ThePessimal 8 months ago
nice one m8...your flow is good....keep practicing more
farhankk360 11 months ago
Turn down the vocal effects a bit.
iambubbathedog 11 months ago