sleepsmoker from DADS by zampano.
this track was written in 45 minutes after i work up from a fucked dream one night around 4 am. i found myself laughing at the scenario; freaked out alone in my basement, chain-smoking bowls and butts in my underwear, and thus the song and title were born.
Tracklist
| 2. | sleepsmoker | 5:51 |
Lyrics
Awkard and overloaded
simple yet extravagant
these hands were meant for holding
i want to believe but i can't
deliver me,
deliver me,
set me free
i just can't shake this awful feeling,
i just can't shake this awful feeling...
save me from this pitiful state
save me from this pitiful state that i'm in
i've washed my hands in blood for the last time,
i'll make this right,
i'll make this right.
I was in the wrong,
i was in the wrong,
this was all my fault,
oh, why did i let this come so far?
i don't know what the hell i was thinking...
you can't please both the sea and the likes of the crew with which you sail, you can't please both the sea and the likes of the crew with which you sail...
and oh, if ignorance is bliss then why must we pay so dearly for it?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
oh my god how did it come to this?
we're running in circles,
always running in circles,
break the cycle!
what will it take to wake you from your walking dream state?
what will it take to wake you from your walking dream state?
you're so blind,
open your mind,
i'll carry you,
i'll carry you through...
i'll carry you,
i'll carry you through...
i'll carry you,
i'll carry you through...
you can't escape this,
so embrace it.
you can't escape this,
so embrace it.
a victim of your lost cause
a product of your insecurities
you walk a path of destruction
holding onto something you never had!
this just isn't worth it,
it just isn't worth this.
this just isn't worth it...
it's due time for a change,
it's due time for a change of heart
you're so lost.
you don't have to carry this broken cross
you don't have to do this on your own
this is bigger then words
this is bigger then what words can say...
these poorly constructed walls
this house is coming down
this structure was incomplete from the very beginning and i couldn't have written a more perfect ending myself you built this hell
the streets are run by rabid dogs,
the people led by hungry wolves
feasting on the flesh of the unborn
the streets are run by rabid dogs
the people led by hungry wolves
feasting on the flesh of the unborn
am i alone in this?
are we all just aimlessly falling through the dark?
the time has come to do or die and maybe it's better left unsaid but we're good as dead!
