Song inspired.
F&M. :']
Here we go.
I was looking for a trace of light,
Trying to find myself in the middle of the night,
But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
I fetched a shoebox of memories from under the bed,
Memories in moncohrome they had all been,
But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
Shaking the dust I found a stack of children's things;
A young mother's love and a mixtape about maleficent kings;
A hopeful daughter walking on freshly mown grass;
Hands dipped in the ocean, in an attempt to escape a deranged past.
And that's where the pain came in,
Like a second skeleton, trying to fit beneath the skin,
Because the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
But I had to defy the forces for I needed one more touch,
Another taste of devouring rush
So I sat and let the invasions collide,
Enter my head. Ten thousand people lined up from left to right.
I felt their footsteps tapping on my eyelids,
Saw their eyes glistening as countless farewells they bid.
A sky-blinding streak clawed my existence,
My hallucination witnessed a symphony of brilliance.
I read a verse nobody wrote,
A song nobody sung,
A portrait nobody made
And a prophecy nobody feared.
And this dream could've come alive again,
But I did open my eyes before the end,
And the room was so quiet, oh it was too quiet.
And the silence was almost suffocating,
All my time, I whiled it foolishly waiting,
For a possibility, perhaps a remnant of a forgotten tale,
When every second, particles of treasurous dust I inhale.
Caged by the nothingness of a shoebox, I was looking for a trace of light.
I found a glorious land in the middle of the night.
Yet the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
F&M. :']
Here we go.
I was looking for a trace of light,
Trying to find myself in the middle of the night,
But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
I fetched a shoebox of memories from under the bed,
Memories in moncohrome they had all been,
But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
Shaking the dust I found a stack of children's things;
A young mother's love and a mixtape about maleficent kings;
A hopeful daughter walking on freshly mown grass;
Hands dipped in the ocean, in an attempt to escape a deranged past.
And that's where the pain came in,
Like a second skeleton, trying to fit beneath the skin,
Because the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
But I had to defy the forces for I needed one more touch,
Another taste of devouring rush
So I sat and let the invasions collide,
Enter my head. Ten thousand people lined up from left to right.
I felt their footsteps tapping on my eyelids,
Saw their eyes glistening as countless farewells they bid.
A sky-blinding streak clawed my existence,
My hallucination witnessed a symphony of brilliance.
I read a verse nobody wrote,
A song nobody sung,
A portrait nobody made
And a prophecy nobody feared.
And this dream could've come alive again,
But I did open my eyes before the end,
And the room was so quiet, oh it was too quiet.
And the silence was almost suffocating,
All my time, I whiled it foolishly waiting,
For a possibility, perhaps a remnant of a forgotten tale,
When every second, particles of treasurous dust I inhale.
Caged by the nothingness of a shoebox, I was looking for a trace of light.
I found a glorious land in the middle of the night.
Yet the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh, no, no."
