I am limbo, waiting on a window Stuck inside an interval I know it's unattainable Covered by a label's name Labeled by geography On a dying dark horse Placing I am a plagiarist Feeble picking up a pen Between a sonic precedent Any age I represent Old enough to own the store The noise I make, like an arrogant ingrate
I'm not noteworthy for a loyalty The forefathers who are redeemed Most of whom I never revered Never needed or never even heard Emulating individuals Cloning the new originals Follow us for king land rituals
I am a spokesman for a derivative Travelling salesman Selling old narrative True sounds of liberty Straining through my voice Only heard in their code One noise Once an introvert Spewing my entire worth Regurgitating their words from it
Second coming, a second strings They're personating the real thing The odd guys that wrote bad songs A drug addict's dead and gone Who wrote the song that sold my voice Forcing to make my choices
And the name they chose for me And the name chosen for me
Finally, here I am Said to be made again Posing weathered statues Standing on old attributes Getting sick of this Feeling ridiculous I'm an overtold joke's punchline I am limbo, waiting on a window Resonating old song You're not so long
Scraping the bread off my forehead At the speed of nearly dead I never found what never made To the sound I've already betrayed
It's the name they chose for me It's the name they chose for me
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