why is it so loud in here? (feat. Jaycie Rhetorical)
Y'all are becoming old lads
But not me, not me!
I am gonna live forever
Said to myself when I was 17
God puckered as he listened to the words coming out from my mouth
For I was speaking up, on behalf of my kind
The virgin mind of the youngster
Was hungry for something closer to sight
In spite of the rejection
I was looking for a reason to speak my heart out
A fear of the oceans
A poetic way to perceive
The collective fright for the surroundings
The surroundings that tuck me in
Reality struck lighter inside a room full of lights
A flick of a finger was everything I needed
To snap me back to the green wall, to the main subject
In the late hours of the day
I was feeling my insides
My thoughts were blurry
But my dreams were not
And a thousand waves could never move my feet from where they stand
A wave from my wrist channelling a wood stick
In the back of a book had relevance
Back then and now
I was never important, not until now
I fear the ages but I don't care about them too much
I just sit and stare
Killing time and calling it fun
We're all becoming old now
My heart is heavier and so is the burden of being alive
I still wanna live forever
I know somewhere inside
The nature of the dreamer
Was somehow stuck in the back of this common sight
God was sending postcards from somewhere in time
The naive nature of a child
Realising his ways through life
Was making me ache every time I remembered
The things that made me believe
That something was worth it after all
And reality now struck harder
Than any other song I've ever listened to before
It takes you out of your waters
And drags you to a different tide
A different time
What's the point of learning if nothing's what it looks like?
I'm spitting my guts out
And I still feel a vacuum inside
Please make it stop
I wanna make it till December
I wanna rest for what's left of my life
But I'm becoming old now
And sooner or later I'll have to realise
The weight of the words
That nothing matters and that at the same time it does
Know the meaning of your words
Keep screaming at the clouds
I want the sun to come down and burn up my house
I want to believe
In something to deposit my faith in
God listened to the words coming out from my static-like mind
For I decree and claim what's mine
I wilt
In every breath
Our heads are getting greyer every day
And I can't help it, I can't make things stop
I just sit and stare
Watching myself getting old
Transforming into a big mass of flesh and bones
So many memories, I can't recall
And I can't help but overthink the things that I want
Why is it so loud in here?
Why is it so green in here?
Why is it so loud in here?
Why is it so green in here?