Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crack Cloud
Performer
Zach Choy
Drums
Aleem Khan
Electric Guitar
Bryce Cloghesy
Electric Guitar
Gamaliel Traynor
Cello
Venetia Jollands
Violin
Ellie Consta
Violin
Will Harvey
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aleem Khan
Songwriter
Bryce Cloghesy
Songwriter
Zachary Choy
Songwriter
William Choy
Songwriter
Zach Choy
Arranger
Gamaliel Traynor
Transcription
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crack Cloud
Producer
Daniel Schlett
Mixing Engineer
Greg Kalbi
Mastering Engineer
Aidan Pontarini
Cover Art
Military Genius
Engineer
Eric Cinnamon
Engineer
Zach Choy
Engineer
Aleem Khan
Engineer
SYD KEMP
Engineer
Jonathan Paul Stewart
Engineer
Lyrics
I think that I was born so I could make this song
And I think you were born so you could prove me wrong
I think that you will point out how these notes are trite
And I'll concede because the critic's always right
I'm back to writing, but I feel a little static
I've gotten older, so I don't feel as emphatic
You know my story, yeah, I'm just a fucking addict
The market's run its course now back into the attic, yeah
On the cusp of my hazy, fraught, and feverish mind, oh
There is not one line vacant in the synapse of my soul, yeah-yeah
On the cusp of my hazy, fraught, and feverish mind, oh
There is not one line vacant in the synapse of my soul, yeah-yeah
The house was cold, but we had pictures on the wall
To invoke an understandin' of it all
Wrong direction led us both into the fringe
Self-deprecating as our minds became unhinged
Sticking balance over years of push-and-pull
Absolved of bedbugs and that dirty fentanyl (that dirty fentanyl)
Road to recovery, an early talking point
New sensations but still broken at the joint, yeah
There's no reason for this sapless lack-of-lack
The medium itself won't keep this space intact
Messages are shrouded in a caustic mix
Of virtue and of vanity begging to fix
No agenda that brings meaning to this life
Meaning's just a medium for calculated strife
Lawless like Sunyata, there's no state to which I'm bound
Until the lack-of-lack proceeds to burn me to the ground
I'm that stray dog leering through the fog
Left out of the ark, dancing in the dark
Coddled by the tree branches like a leash
In the winter light, I'm the blue kite
Writer(s): Aleem Khan, Bryce Cloghesy, William Choy, Zach Choy, Zachary Choy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com