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  • 作词 : Louis Cole
    Right in the middle
    Happiness and sadness balanced like a peak and valley of a sine wave
    Existing forever like an ocean wave
    Doing its job without giving a shit about my short timeline
    Impossible
    But the glass ceiling of infinity will never stop me
    It never has
    Dripping golden blood from important arteries as I smash through once again
    Screaming more love less hate
    The words rattling my boney rib-cage

    At that moment I realize I'm actually in my apartment wearing yеsterday's clothes
    Trying to make my kеyboard and mouse sing like the voices in my head
    On an ergonomic rolling throne
    A million mouse clicks away
    A trillion mouse clicks away
    From the light at the end of a twisted and incredible tunnel
    A journey with no true end and a beginning too far away to remember

    Never waiting at the inspiration train stations
    Walking the rusty tracks for unimaginable miles
    Past millions of filtered mediocre ideas
    And trillions of dead notes

    I would like to use every shred of spirit I was given in this life
    And every other
    Too hard on myself
    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving

    Quality over opinion every time
    Fads die
    Realness stays forever in the universe
    Becoming the warm microwave background
    Hugging the hot pocket of existence
    Frozen in the center
    Colder than the stares of lost soul judgement
    Somehow penetrating through the deepest depths of what matters
    Into a shallow oasis of poserosity

    I see them sketching things too big to see with their eyes
    Like being in the middle of a nebula you wouldn't know surrounds you
    Birthing bright beautiful stars from parts of itself
    Surrounding us
    The dark sky gets brighter little by little and I spend my littlest moments trying to radiate to the point of combustion
    Inferno becoming the room temperature
    A true star
    In these moments I realize I'm actually just an asteroid-riding cum bubble that hit the right temperature rock
    Pure survival
    But never satisfied with evolution’s natural pace
    Pushing my limbs through cell walls and amphibious skin
    My path is up to me
    Our path is up to us
    But we need each other
    Tell your friends
    These words are for you

    (Ooh)

    The desperate calls for attention become dying white noise
    Listening for my own voice among the over-saturated airwaves
    Looking for my own shadow under the eclipse of an incoming illuminati dildo
    Waiting for the ambulance of authenticity
    Watching us measure worlds with a ruler
    Guess after guess after guess

    But at the end
    Every single one of us needs something called the real thing
    And at the end
    Every single one of us lives and dies on a piece of land called my own terms

    Another sunrise in my small room
    Through my walls hear the distant booms
    Another alarm set by my bed
    Begins another big bang in my head
    Too hard on myself
    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving

    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving
  • 作词 : Louis Cole
    Right in the middle
    Happiness and sadness balanced like a peak and valley of a sine wave
    Existing forever like an ocean wave
    Doing its job without giving a shit about my short timeline
    Impossible
    But the glass ceiling of infinity will never stop me
    It never has
    Dripping golden blood from important arteries as I smash through once again
    Screaming more love less hate
    The words rattling my boney rib-cage

    At that moment I realize I'm actually in my apartment wearing yеsterday's clothes
    Trying to make my kеyboard and mouse sing like the voices in my head
    On an ergonomic rolling throne
    A million mouse clicks away
    A trillion mouse clicks away
    From the light at the end of a twisted and incredible tunnel
    A journey with no true end and a beginning too far away to remember

    Never waiting at the inspiration train stations
    Walking the rusty tracks for unimaginable miles
    Past millions of filtered mediocre ideas
    And trillions of dead notes

    I would like to use every shred of spirit I was given in this life
    And every other
    Too hard on myself
    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving

    Quality over opinion every time
    Fads die
    Realness stays forever in the universe
    Becoming the warm microwave background
    Hugging the hot pocket of existence
    Frozen in the center
    Colder than the stares of lost soul judgement
    Somehow penetrating through the deepest depths of what matters
    Into a shallow oasis of poserosity

    I see them sketching things too big to see with their eyes
    Like being in the middle of a nebula you wouldn't know surrounds you
    Birthing bright beautiful stars from parts of itself
    Surrounding us
    The dark sky gets brighter little by little and I spend my littlest moments trying to radiate to the point of combustion
    Inferno becoming the room temperature
    A true star
    In these moments I realize I'm actually just an asteroid-riding cum bubble that hit the right temperature rock
    Pure survival
    But never satisfied with evolution’s natural pace
    Pushing my limbs through cell walls and amphibious skin
    My path is up to me
    Our path is up to us
    But we need each other
    Tell your friends
    These words are for you

    (Ooh)

    The desperate calls for attention become dying white noise
    Listening for my own voice among the over-saturated airwaves
    Looking for my own shadow under the eclipse of an incoming illuminati dildo
    Waiting for the ambulance of authenticity
    Watching us measure worlds with a ruler
    Guess after guess after guess

    But at the end
    Every single one of us needs something called the real thing
    And at the end
    Every single one of us lives and dies on a piece of land called my own terms

    Another sunrise in my small room
    Through my walls hear the distant booms
    Another alarm set by my bed
    Begins another big bang in my head
    Too hard on myself
    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving

    Too proud
    Caring too much
    Not choosing
    Sometimes hating
    Always loving