Noto's Blue Period
The sun won’t touch to my skin outside
When I stay here indoors and it all seems fine
‘cause they don’t see that I’m lonely they don’t see that I hide
I just feel I’m eroding I don’t feel I’m alive
Stay alone inside your room and all the lights are off
You light it darker than your liquor all your fight is gone
The lighter sparks you taking hits like it was Tyson’s jaw
With all your might you crawl into an empty vice and cough
Now goals are twice as hard, ‘cause you don’t try at all
You can write it on the nicest palm
But if you’re sweating from the fear you’re quick to wipe it off
So that book of life you’re writing on an empty page of prior thoughts
The ink is dry, the mic is off
Nobody listens, nobody cares
But why should they if you don’t, you’ll find a way to lose hope
You lie awake deprived of strength the time’ll fade to loopholes
Designer shades won’t hide the pain your eyes are drained so you float
On top the river of your tear ducts, the path you visions been infected not a clear cut
And while the world is moving you just kept your ear muffs
Like when your parents fought, covered wouldn’t hear much
But if these 4 walls could talk, they wouldn’t have much to say
It didn’t matter the day, your thoughts would scatter your brain
Your body molds to the mattress, your homes and opening casket
The world’s too heavy to carry, you need the shoulders of atlas
Instead of growth you adapted, you got the scope and the talent
But your devotion is absent holding to hope like thorns on a cactus
Crazy? they know that you’re bat shit, so go on roaming with cloaks and daggers soak and lather loathe alone till shown as broken and shattered
TV shows are your passion, it makes the rope seem elastic
Gives you a reason to live, or make death slow and relaxing
These chauvinist bastards going to poles like voting would matter
But the world is against you, right, so you show no attraction
And it’s all a waste of time, right, they condone you for slacking
You sold your soul to the rapture hoping the world is close to collapsing
2012 never happen, I guess it’s back to the drawing board
All aboard this sinking ship…..shit
When I stay here indoors and it all seems fine
‘cause they don’t see that I’m lonely they don’t see that I hide
I just feel I’m eroding I don’t feel I’m alive
Stay alone inside your room and all the lights are off
You light it darker than your liquor all your fight is gone
The lighter sparks you taking hits like it was Tyson’s jaw
With all your might you crawl into an empty vice and cough
Now goals are twice as hard, ‘cause you don’t try at all
You can write it on the nicest palm
But if you’re sweating from the fear you’re quick to wipe it off
So that book of life you’re writing on an empty page of prior thoughts
The ink is dry, the mic is off
Nobody listens, nobody cares
But why should they if you don’t, you’ll find a way to lose hope
You lie awake deprived of strength the time’ll fade to loopholes
Designer shades won’t hide the pain your eyes are drained so you float
On top the river of your tear ducts, the path you visions been infected not a clear cut
And while the world is moving you just kept your ear muffs
Like when your parents fought, covered wouldn’t hear much
But if these 4 walls could talk, they wouldn’t have much to say
It didn’t matter the day, your thoughts would scatter your brain
Your body molds to the mattress, your homes and opening casket
The world’s too heavy to carry, you need the shoulders of atlas
Instead of growth you adapted, you got the scope and the talent
But your devotion is absent holding to hope like thorns on a cactus
Crazy? they know that you’re bat shit, so go on roaming with cloaks and daggers soak and lather loathe alone till shown as broken and shattered
TV shows are your passion, it makes the rope seem elastic
Gives you a reason to live, or make death slow and relaxing
These chauvinist bastards going to poles like voting would matter
But the world is against you, right, so you show no attraction
And it’s all a waste of time, right, they condone you for slacking
You sold your soul to the rapture hoping the world is close to collapsing
2012 never happen, I guess it’s back to the drawing board
All aboard this sinking ship…..shit