1. |
Forward Feat Staen 1
01:40
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1. Forward
Welcome to the album by the man Simplex/ a biographical monologue in an audio text/ no holding of breath an audio biography quest/ taken the best of thirty years to appear never the less, I’m here/ never leave never will I’d rather spit ill/ no to commercial appeal/ my formative years appeared formulate what is real/ accumulated in my mind until I choose to reveal/ subject matter scattered upon a page/ ink stains depict what my think tank displays/ instincts engaged to this day in age/ that’s in sync to whatever my record relays/ and I’m out later!
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2. |
I Have Nothing
03:24
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2. I Have Nothing
Verse
I have nothing but my words and my balls and I break them for no one/ Hold my friends and fam in one hand keep a closed one/ If drama comes playing dumb ain’t a role son/ Papa gotta brand new bag and what it hold “Run!”/ Simplex the name ain’t in it for the big fame/ Internets or big chains/ into it to bring change my form is ingrained/ To life within a street drain gutter raps and grimy tracks we lash when the police came / We keep it profane as no names check it/ life within a fast lane no cocaine fetish/ I’m my own man get it, Play my own hand, set it, leave it it’s done far from conceding I’ve won/ I’m Easy and Pun High pitched, half Latino, fly kicks/ blast it till it cuts and grafted in your eye lids/ 50 for the set up, 3 is for the Mic kids, 5 for the compressors rhyming talent, priceless!/ Now you know who to say when asked the nicest/ cast whatever doubts inside your mind and buy this/ King cause I’m a Leo, flow like I’m a Pisces/ love is for my people, knuckles for the biters/
Verse
I have nothing but my fam and my crew some dusty crates too a pen and the truth and got nothing to lose done/ Fuck a yes man simplex don’t ever need one/ read between the lines and find what you be needing/ freedom from these heathens leave them breathing nope/ heave an enemy for reasons they misquote/ my modus operandi/ within my head wise and eye for an eye whatever I pen I blend life/ fact and never fiction for the truth bites back/ a false depiction and your moved right back/ to where you came from place back to day one/ I’m half man half amazing!/Better than most while half boast better than some/ my rhetoric tongue cast notes like Etta has sung/ vendetta begun cut throat diminish your hope/ competition is none, think of one single son spit a bar far sicker/ than sim the large figure split bars like hard liquor/ too far to just give up/ past points of return, if you don’t know now you know now get concerned!
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3. First Things First
Chorus
Till I leave this earth, bond be my word till I’m placed in the dirt/ soul will live on in a song and a verse/ but first thing first!
Simplex
My category be the same old story always told/ a poor rapper lived a hard life and broke the mold/ and what the future holds the certainty is death, taxes and life associated stress/ but none the less it’s too complex to sit around and freak/ id rather take what’s on my mind and put it on a beat/ and put it on the streets, I put it on to keep/ a legacy ahead of me me myself and my beliefs/ Honor, respect and what I say because my words are bond/ don’t need a church or a religion to learn right from wrong/ and I’m the sole controller of the path I walk upon/ these the words that I live by until the day I’m gone/ until that day s does come, i lay my voice on drums/ my sanity in the calamity of making funds/ never run, never will, never done, never chill, till I do what I want that’s for real!
Chorus
Mic Lez
Every line I spit goes back in time a little bit/ wont write it just to rhyme or because it fits it’s not what it’s/ ever been, ever will in a scene where the real don’t need a deal to appeal to the masses/ this ain’t pop it’s just how I feel/ real recognise real, recognise skill, recognise chill!/ there’s no looking back now man I’m only looking forward to looking forward at a crowd/ looking back at them man not going back on any plans/ took a little time now I’m back writing with both hands/ had to clear my mind of crap filter the facts leave them behind/ what’s right I write between the lines now’s the time/ redefine, this is life, hip hop I live it looking back through a shadow society now where is it?/ far from there now where somewhere it’s a good life but it ain’t rare !
Raph A.L.
The Terra Firma bandit, Abandoned by city standards/ Demanded by titty bangers, Offended many boyfriends and/ Befriended many offenders, Of the law and defenders/ From benders got apprehended, Being a vendor to depended/ On the chemicals enhancing, Mental release of endorphins/ Feel sentimental with this, Instrumental wind catching my caution/ with portions of my soul, Bring distortion to the frontlines/ Fault lines highlighted, excited, Cause now it's my time/ What time-lines divided, Certified wise united/ Indicted, since we decided, To Fight it until we right it/ now I might as well cut losses, Teach myself not to be bitter/ Get the jitters when I spit a, Or write a verse that u consider/ To be fitter than best, My competition never rest/ Never quit and on my chest, Got the vest that will impress/ Pass the test with flying colours, Like a rainbow in the sky/ In disguise from the underground, We rise before your eyes!
Chorus
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4. |
Beautiful Day
04:55
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4. Beautiful day
Verse
What a Beautiful Day, The Suns shining birds chirping, The sky’s so bright that my eyes are hurting/ I walk into the kitchen make my fix of caffeine, that I compliment with cigarettes while scanning magazines/ Then into the shower, so fresh & so clean/ Brush it up, spit it out, everyday the routine/ I put on my shirt & wave my goodbyes/ sit in peak hour & then I wonder why?
What a Beautiful Day
I gotta drive a hybrid, cause the oil wells are drying/ My reservoirs the same, so all my lawn is dying/ The people next door, bought a 50 inch screen/ So I bought one now they gotta TV in 3D/ Fuckit!/ I’m on the verge of Insanity if i ain't struck it/ it’s just the scourge of humanity we remain luckless/ We all Suckers and that’s the way they want us/ The rich control the poor with the fear they put upon us now/ Who want to consume more, while we argue about celebrities/ They just started a war and changed laws/ and what’s more they be watching what you say/ Who needs freedom anyway?
Chorus
What a beautiful day!
I’m not, not the same, I can’t, can’t explain, I just want some change!
Verse
What a Beautiful Day, arrive at work at 10 to 7/ Security has been tight since the days of 9\11/ They scan me every day but never remember my name/ Standing silent in the lift, sing a song inside my brain/
What a beautiful day!
I’ve been here for 10 years and never one promotion/ My holidays been canceled as petrol killed the ocean/ I come here every day, everyday it’s the same/ Am i the only one that sees the world is going insane/ We’re under surveillance 24/7 now you must believe me/ Look at your phones, Look at the heavens/ But never trust your TV/ That own the media, the governments, they own the polls/ They own the internet, they own the debt that owns your soul/ They own your mind and how you’re thinking & it’s called religion/ The propaganda of control will make your home a prison/ and if you thinking that I’m the one that’s gone insane/ Enjoy your day, living as slaves, Here comes the rain!/
Chorus
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5. |
Be Somebody
04:02
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5. Be Somebody
Verse
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life/ I’m still here building these beats demolishing Mics/ a lost soul that likes the loss of control/ a pessimist with optimistic dreams to hold/Gotta need somebody, but it’s hard to define the difference between love and lust some of the time/ Gotta want somebody, that’s where we gotta rewind and analyze and find the meaning of the last line/ Gotta love somebody that’s easier for me/ because of my true friends, my girl, my family/ and the insanity of a reality seems to deal/ when I sport lift injuries I head to home fields / Gotta hate somebody look get outta my face/ Gotta hate somebody, man I don’t wanna debate/ Gotta hate somebody, man I don’t believe this you must of confused my kindness as a sign of weakness/ you pushed me to hard and I’m able to break/ Gotta hurt somebody and you’ve taken first place/ I don’t discriminate when it comes to foe’s but a bad man, be a bad man I suppose/ Gotta find somebody, and a person I find be the same person lurking in the back of my mind/ Gotta be somebody, and that person I be, Simplex, Andrew, Simmo Ah me!
Chorus
Gotta need somebody, gotta want somebody, gotta love somebody, gotta hate somebody, gotta hurt somebody, gotta find somebody, gotta be somebody, gotta be somebody
Verse
And who I be far from perfect but far from worthless/ certain on a couple of things but always constantly searching/ I keep a curtain on feelings not keen revealing, alright/ probably the reason why I keep on needing to write/I’m a creature of night but need the light of the day/ to find a balance is a challenge but I manage to stay/ out of the red, maybe, mostly, well kinda, yeah sorta, sometimes the borders get blurry from every double I order/ and then its trouble I’m caught up a kind of bubble disorder/ and when I pop, stop! Man I should of got water/ no shit, the older I get the slower I seem to learn/ although the more I forget, the less I’m really concerned/ So what I need is my people some shelter air and some food/ and what I want is my freedom, happiness and the truth/ what I love are the things I seem to keep them all close/ what I hate I usually find is what hurts me the most/ and what I find I need to balance this time that I spend/ gotta be my own person, why even pretend?/ so all my needs and my wants and all my love and my hate/ and all the hurt that I find, it be on me to create/ so come on!/
Chorus
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6. |
Play
03:46
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6. Play
Chorus
PLAY/ hit on the play button say something keep the bass thumping and all the crowd jumping/
REWIND/ to back in the day when we were rapping away to analogue tape
FAST FORWARD/ to the current time where we be who would think that I would be the MC to
PAUSE/ and reflect on my journey through hip hop and you don’t and you don’t you don’t STOP/
Verse
Man I’m the man that makes the audible a malleable metropolis/ a mortal caught in portals of a automatic populist/ to manual mechanical esophagus when up in this/ This out of order tangible called hip hop and I’m loving it/I sort of caught the bug when smaller than my current frame/ When a older mate had lent a tape, I guess he’s one to blame/ I’ve never been the same and Mane I’m never gonna change/ Cause the contents of that tape had completely blown my brain/ Now since the day I got my grubby fingers on that tape/ My Walkman straight incarcerated it with no hope or escape/ call it fate or call it destiny or call it what you want/ I called about it when I wanted it to “Drop the bomb”/ Upon my ears to show my peers my tape would never cease/ Cause one side had taught us all to scream “Fuck the police!”/ And on the other side was the revolution letting you know that “Yo, Bum rush the show!”/ With “Too much posse!” we used to roll/ through the neighborhood, Up to no good when on patrol/ I was only 10 back then, but friend, the year was 88/ Hyper colours were the T’s and happy pants I used to hate/ but that fate of that one day made a love too strong to break/ for me myself and I and a handful of my mates/ and to the “break a break of dawn” we kept on rocking to hip hop/ until the first side had then ended and the tape came to a stop/
Chorus
Verse
First of it was the… “beatbox” that I heard up on the radio and now I never stop/ A competition with my mates to be the first to emulate/ be what started this artist to be part of his own fate/ making my own breaks, the bass line my voice hums with the …. Drums!/In the playground everyone would gather up and come around to hear the …Sounds/ Then the “MC” would manifest in me, with neighbor and no paper we would freestyle to our beats/ Making tapes about his brother and the people up the street/ kept working and searching on new flows and techniques/ Fast forward a few years, bit older new peers/ New flow and ideas but still I’m all clear/ That’s it’s my world and I won’t stop and if you stand in my way you’re bound to get dropped/
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7. Worldwide
Ranto bokgo
Chorus
From the north, to the east, to the west side - To all my people worldwide/ I'm representing all my people from the south side/My brothers unite/ Tonight!/Yes!/ Live up your life!!/ Worldwide, yes!! Tonight is your night!! /
Southside tell me where you’re at? /Eastside yeah hold it down intact/
Westside yeah you know I got your back/North side and all across the map/
Simplex
This is for my people in Brazil/Favelas keep it chill/ My fellas from the hills to the coast know the deal/ Chilenos to New York in these times that are kinda ill / whether looking for work or making a dollar bill/ We all struggle for real, never a word of lie/ they divide with borders but break them and unify/ Skin colour decide whether race that you like or you hate/ Ignorant be the way that you die/
Ranto boko
From the slums in Angola, to the ghetto inna Nicaragua - my people waiting in unemployment lines/ To all my warriors from Ghana, smoking Cubans from Havana yes - I'm sending love from the borderlines/ From the peso to the dollar, spending pounds in Nevada yeah - your luck is changing in the nick of time/ For the reason I'm rhyming is to elevate minds - and to see my people climb!! Worldwide!! U. N. I. T. Y! /
Chorus
Simplex
Imagine, no governments, no politicians, no to funding wars/ no military, no religions, no to marshal laws/ No prosecuting poor No profiteering rich/ No murders or executions that we punish with/ And what we teach our kids they pass it to their seed and hopefully humanity will heal eventually / The revolution will not be televised but formed in the minds of the civilized/
Ranto bokgo
I remember the day, just like yesterday! Chilling on a holiday, smoking on my challis like its Marley Day/ When my uncle turned the other way/ "Ranto hear me, by the way - Live your life up for today, tomorrow is another day!"/ So I'm Chilin like a Rwandese senator, praying in a synagogue!! Peace, love and unity to all of yall!/
Chorus
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8. |
Signs Feat Miss Karleena
03:38
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8. Signs
Chorus
Red light shows to stop green light shows to go all these signs in-between man, man I don’t know,
Watch out for yellow for the timing is tight for its break or accelerate to get it alright! /
Simplex
It’s like the member of the opposite sex makes a test/ where the yes is disguised within the motion of her flesh/ the dress she wears the way she stares, displays the where about of her mind frame without using her mouth now/ her dialect be body language that she uses/ As she directs her every movement till she chooses/ the right man to give all the right signs/ defined from eyesight now I wish I wasn’t blind/ time passed, as opportunities did/ stupidity stole the moment from the owner cupid/ guess it’s useless to ponder on these problems “oh well”/ until she puts her action into words and decides to tell/ what I expelled as false hopes re-approached as true/ the reality of the moment finally shone through/ what am I supposed to do? It’s all past and too late/ maybe next time I might just learn from my mistakes/
Chorus
Karleena
Okay no matter which what perspective, Green light yellow light red light certain cues In our lifetime to be selective/ with our moves, Guessing what signs are right and what signs define the direction/ That’s the question, Coz you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression / Connecting the dots connecting in sentence/ connecting what’s not you may think are suggestions (yeah) retrospective to apprehension/ spent many night restless in reflection of rejection/ yo in that there’s a lesson it’s a fine line between affection and attention (see)/ agreed it’s all past it won’t be so hard next time to be receptive on my radar / and so far I accept the opportunities missed/ time ticks too late to catch on to these hints/
Chorus
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9. Opus-Operand i
Motions
My mind magnificent write ridiculous ingrained in your mind like 9/11 images/ I learnt that syllabus ignored that ignorance rep round the world from projects to pyramids/ and while you lie from behind a disguise I put my life on the line I’ve got nothing to hide/ straight born to roll with a heart that’s gold/ that’s why I openly show the window to my soul/ search the globe for a receipe, how to live a legacy the remedy was in my own head like telepathy/ the negativity I block duck step and weave that’s why my back pack be more places than you’ll ever see/ you know the name and I’m back like I never left grind for mine on a climb like Everest/ so I’m a never rest blest to present a fresh settling for nothing less words that I manifest/
Delta
The page is a landscape the words is soldiers/ comma’s deep breaths on a margins shoulders/ the erased mistakes are ulcers/ cold operating tables are the A4 folders/ message is the spine ink is the blood/ see it all bird’s eye view think from above/ the text is an army on charge true meaning of every metaphor camouflage a few demons/ scene is far from a kid’s dream/ you could say that man is two bars short of a sixteen/ enraged, mind not there/ phrase on target trapped between blue line cross hairs/ sniper sight type writer cap lock affair/ edit your script blank sheet you’re not prepared/ onslaught, four authors locked in a lair/ burning books until the smoke blocks off the air/
Alerts
Your never direct to manifest the intellect up on ya sets correct alert the next to wreck the best I might confess/ to be the less but never the less I flow this text with rhymes to lay your ears to rest/ I might just get these kids to feel effects/ I’m real impressed with the way this flow progress/ no time for stress this beat is def with dyem’s on the decks the cuts are deep as flesh/ sometimes I meet but never greet the press/ there’s no defining how I’m rhyming when this heart is beating through my chest/ time to bringing the rough to hush the bigger the bluff/ I’m sipping and living and ripping to crush kicking to rhythms and feeling the rush to bust to beats I lust stuck between the deepest cuts they seek to leave with cuffs/ now the streets is hearing us my vocal heat combust adjust the clouds to dust run/ incredibly done syllables of the tongue/ a quartet all for one slaughter on the drums the wars begun
Simplex
You asked for war and I came/ born a form in a culture of pain/ spit it hard to hit a target, I’m a martyr disdained/ consider I, a modern day artist of change/ the world my canvas understand it from the words I paint/ a picture perfect word smith, burn through the earth’s surface/ serve with divine verses/ first to define purpose/ curse to remind persons/ that plagiarism ain’t a system that your claiming lyricisms listen now/ never doubt the power of one man/ when four minds combined four times you’re out manned/ from the south of the equator/ automate a rhyme to demonstrate a state of mind and set a line to elevate ya/ said it of the paper relayed it through the fader/ convert it back to digital with minimal behavior whether minor or a major/ press it on to cd show you to your maker see ya later easy/
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10. |
Work For A Living
05:05
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10 Work for a living
Chorus
Work for a living , back to the rhythm, giving maximum actual action and time, oh lord won’t help me get me something , lord wont you help me get me something/
Verse
Work for a living, work for myself, Work for my girl bitching ain’t no food on the shelf/ Work hard for the rents due now its 3 weeks late, work harder again to meet my release date/ There never seems to be enough hours in the day/ there never seems to be enough money in my pay/ I’m a slave to the rhythm, a slave to the man a slave to my debt I open bills and say damn!/ Now it’s back to the grind, I’m a blue collar scholar which means lacking in mind / So I do, do a lot of thinking back in the time where at school where I sorta kinda left it behind/ Now it’s all on me, can’t really blame my olds but they both told me Son get an education work hard and do your time/ but my mind was occupied by making beats and writing rhymes/
Chorus
Work, let me break it down a little bit, Work, let me break it down so it will fit/ Do I live for my work or work so I live do I work for a living so I only exist/ Do I get a 9 to 5 just so I can just survive, Basic working and slowly killing myself until I die/ Lying to myself about who I really be just so I can be accepted as part of society? / Fuck that/
I got one life to live and ain’t no second round I want to live it full why you want watered down/ I’m way afraid of a mundane day then giving my all to my soul with no pay/ Now, I can’t pray for what I need because I don’t believe, I cannot wait for an escape I’d rather up and leave/ I’ll take an opportunity and see what I achieve, if a mistake I make, I’ll learn it right just pardon me/ It ain’t rocket surgery this is plain fact, it ain’t a secret in a book or some lame app/ It’s basically as clichéd as its gets, if you follow your dreams believe you’ll make it, step/ In the right direction, why you heading with the status quo ? When the sky’s the limit, rise up in it, watch out down below/ If I make that’s a bonus guess it pays off and it shows if I fail then I fail well at least I had a go/ Come on!
I gotta, work for a living do what I want to do, be what I want to be , see what I want to see!
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11. |
School Yard Politics
03:16
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11. Schoolyard politics
Chorus
We used to make beats on the lunch room table/ Now we have beef over bullshit labels/ Is it just Hip –hop or is it just Hip/
Verse
Let’s bring it back and sort it out if all of you have doubts/ My sorta people are my equal come in small amounts/ If you have beef I guess its tainted from the foot and mouth/ I could of, would of, should of never ever helped you out/ Evaporate the storm clouds invite the light of day/ collide on intersections, give me the right of way/ Your arguments are senseless while I’m the highest paid/ professor here to lecture while you cannot pass the grade/ So listen up if words are tough and if we call your bluff/ you better man up and stand up or get put down/ When its sweet stuff speaking rough, enough is enough, you better man up stand up, look who’s shook now/ So what to do now let it ride or fade away/ come in with interventions or leave it up to fate/ Did I forget to mention you speak my name in hate/ make no mistake your face I’ll break and that’s a promise mate/
Chorus
Verse
Now listen up you kids I hope you understand, we used to bang on tables the snare the pen in hand/ The kicks the fist we made that echoed through the wood we did it all for fun though we were never good/ Now days its over complicated and misunderstood, Over produced, over exposed I’m over it no good/ They either play the tough man or target triple j, I rather be myself and make my music my own way/ Keeping it real huh pardon my shit cliché, but part of my be part of every word I ever say/ And part of me is heaven part of me is heaven, part of me is hell/ Part of me is suicidal part of me is feeling swell/ Pat of me is rich (bullshit!) part of me is peasant poor/ Part of me is staying put while part of me walks out the door/ Part of me sane, part of me crazy, part of fit part of me lazy/ Part of me a prick part of me maybe, part of me quits part of me Jay-z/ So to all you tough men I hit you till my wrists break and fuck the radio I’m off to make a mix-tape/
Chorus
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12. Me vs. world
Simplex
Whatever we have got here, Let it live, let it breath, let it give and receive till I’m out of air/I’ve had a lot of doubters share their opinions but really what I’m thinking is get the fuck outta here now/Who’d you really think would really turn it out/ with vocalization bringing the message to your house/And how do you think we’re going to bring it out with localized rhythms hitting your system no doubt/I was formed a little man, understand, with a bruise on my eye and a stick in my hand/Here I stand me against the world is the plan and it’s all going down once I see the right man/God damn fast forward 20 years later and I’ll still hit a hater harder than Ali the greatest boombaye/ Let me just say/ that it can’t stop, won’t stop till I pass away/I was born to fight living and fighting for what I desire/ Dirty south, housing trust, burn it down, light the fire/Always aspired for the higher things in life but the good things don’t come without a decent fight/A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do just to live just to eat just to keep this man true/And this man did exactly what he done just to prove that I’ll keep on fighting and I will not lose/
Candice Monique
And I never thought I would be here now, so down so out for sporting this pout/ And I never thought I would see the day when you and I would be parting ways/ Cause see here’s the thing about me/ I ain’t packing up I ain’t backing up neither / And soon you’ll see am as right as I was born free/
Chorus
Now what am I supposed to do when the whole worlds against me including you/ Do I turn around and run? Do I stick to my guns?/ I fought the world and the outcome was I won…
Simplex
When did this child grow up to be a man, when did his knowledge try to understand?/ The reality of the world and the way that it works and the pull of gravity that’s dragging him beneath the dirt/ What does he do when these times get tough? When the weight of the world seems like its just too much?/ Does he give up retreat and just fade from the light or face his demons clenched fist/ Straight fight his way/ punch a hole through the night to day/Runaway not a option cause he’s here to stay/ everyday like the last one except the dates/ A regular guy with a regular fate/ but he better escape cause the weight is crushing /And nothing is helping his situation enough is enough when / Even his fam don’t understand or believe so I guess he may leave/ I’ll come back but till then see you later I’m gone/ I feel the need to be free but this freedom is wrong/ These days are too long and I can’t manage my mind / am I existing or living through the rhythm of time/ Cause I find that I’m trapped but the factors of life go to work through the day, go to sleep in the night/ In my life the only time decisions I make are from the TV guide that fuels my hate/ I sit and wait through the winter indoors dreaming of summer / Ignoring the cries of life and the ring of private numbers/ wonder if I’ll even survive on through the season/ I don’t feel I’m alive but my body is breathing/ I’m needing more than the mundane its all the same/ I need to change and maintain my time-frame/ my life’s aim/ Rearrange and tame the pain that consumes / and believe the claim that time heals or wounds/
Chorus
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