Alden Groves24 years running from my face and I’m Still in the mirror when I’m shaving it I got my fears but I’m facing ‘em Even though they’re still weird I’m embracing ‘em
Some days the ego disappears—I’m cold-casing it Other days I feel like a god and hold faith in it Other days I wish I would rot—there no shame in it This is just the spectrum of thought—don’t be afraid of it
I don’t want death any longer—I wanna wait a bit Every depth made me stronger—that’s the funny bit From the depths of the sonder—I have summoned it I could be an empty imposter but where’s the fun in it
While I wither and wander I am one with it Would you watch it and wonder what I’m working with? I’m proposing a purpose perfectly purposeless Permanently perched upon the perseverant precipice
[chorus] All right, all rise, I’ll wade Twenty four more steps closer to the grave Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run Twenty four more steps closer to the sun
[verse] I was born to be balked at and hated it I was worn to the bone—that’s the crazy bit It took more than just heart but now I’m making it I was torn from my home to come to face with it
I was cold and alone and shooting H and then From the coma I woke and knew today was it In a moment I rose to move away from it It’s in those moments we grow
[chorus] All right, all rise, I’ll wade Twenty four more steps closer to the grave Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run Twenty four more steps closer to the sun
You don’t even know the half of it You don’t even know the half of it You don’t even know the half of it You don’t even know
[verse] It isn’t about Figuring anything out Anything we’ve written down All of it’s fiction I’ve found All of the friction is fizzling out I going mad-lib gimme a noun Gimme the sadness gimme the clout Gimme the facts I’ll simmer them down Give you a hat-trick—tripling down
Down—fixing to sip from the fountain I’m feeling a bit like a mountain There’s sympathy mounting and something as simple As sitting is fuckin’ medicinal down to the physical Cynicism hasn’t ever been wisdom And sinners have never been simpletons Never forget what you’re feeling I get what you’re feeling I know that this shit is ridiculous
[chorus] All right, all rise, I’ll wade Twenty four more steps closer to the grave Oh I’ll fall—I’ll run Twenty four more steps closer to the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
