Look it down from the top of the world
That's inescapable
To this the fact that
That we are all alone
And yet we feel so alone
That we are all alone
And yet we feel so alone
Bullish words from my throat
Are all sterling-choked on my youngness
Bullish words from
my throat
As I stare in life through a window
Our world's substance is insignificant On our own,
but what would we do without it?
We focus inwards while ending deeper
While the bigger gets bigger and bigger
There's so much more left in me But all I seem to see
Is how the world should be Life may seem coarse,
but there's always,
always worse And we are all but a part of the universe
Bullish words from my throat Are all sterling-choked on my youngness
Bullish words from my throat As I stare in life through a window
As I stare, as I stare in life through a window
Would death just vanish up the skies that float above
Or do we see the world from a different perspective?
Better perspectives are created with less into
facing the stress Giving rest to the restless
And the rest is only blessed If you don't give a * about it
And give rest to someone pissed If you don't give a * about it
You tell your * name,
then we shout it You doubt it
If you think you're right, then think about it
Put your motherfucking name, then we shout it
It
There's so much more to me But all that I seem to see
Is how the world tears at me Our substance is insignificant
On our own, but what would we do without it?
We focus inwards,
while ending deeper While the bigger gets bigger and bigger
Bullish words from my throat Are all sterling-choked on my youngness
Bullish words from my throat As I stare in life through a window
There's so much
more left in me But all I seem to see