Back in the day had a fascination
But nowadays have an isolation
Woah in a fit of creation
Woah
Yeah!
Your lips aren’t moving but your hands I can see them waving
Only way I know your speaking
My knees are bouncing and my hands you can see them shake
In my head the drums that won’t stop beating
Back in the day had a fascination
But nowadays have an isolation
Woah in a fit of creation
Woah
Yeah!
Tears can’t hold ‘em back
This year’s whoppin’ my ass
Sylvia Plath
Sweet lord, please light my path
I will adapt
I know that even when I feel nostalgic
There’s no going back
Even when I’m on them
Speed of light creative flights
I see what lay beyond them prolific and sleepless nights
Feel like there’s nothing left to live for
When there’s nothing left to write
If you think that’s being extra
You don’t know them ‘artist type’
All my people rocking bottom
Soon come more mountainous heights
So make the art when you are up
To lift you when you…
Make peace and with all them demons
Just to make it through the night
Then wake up only to remember that I’m in an endless fight
My doctor said
‘I’m sure you’ve probably heard of Kanye West’
I told him…
David humbled the kings of goth
David humbled the kings of goth
I can’t hear you, mama
David humbled the kings of goth
Just the marijuana
Can’t come back now
Just the marijuana
Can’t come back now
David humbled the kings of goth
David humbled the kings of goth
Just the marijuana
Can’t come back now
Just the marijuana
Can’t come back now…
Back in the day had a fascination
But nowadays have an isolation
Woah in a fit of creation
Woah
Yeah!