Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blind Faith, artist - Baba Brinkman
Date of issue: 15.01.2007
Song language: English
Blind Faith |
Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed |
A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself |
So I teach myself and increase my skills |
And I’ll believe when I see results |
If at first you don’t succeed, go home and smoke some weed |
Watch some TV shows and go to sleep |
But don’t forget to include yourself when you’re counting sheep |
Life is but a dream for those who float gently down the stream |
Wow, that sounds sweet, but to be precise |
I’d rather inhabit reality and bring my dreams to life |
Even when it seems unlikely, I’m the type to keep fighting |
Just to be feisty, ‘cause there’s so many factors |
That can hold back the progress of a solo act |
With practically no stature, so go ahead and throw it at me |
I know exactly where I’m going, and it’s nowhere fast |
Although perhaps it’s somewhere spectacular gradually |
That’s my only rationale for rolling proactively |
So I’m actually happier with the speed of a tortoise |
‘Cause if I was growing massively by the moment, I wouldn’t have |
The freedom to focus on my vocab and sculpt a masterpiece |
Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed |
A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself |
So I teach myself and increase my skills |
And I’ll believe when I see results |
My faith is unshakable; |
even when the indicators |
Of immanent failure are unmistakable |
I’m simply incapable of letting my faith go |
Some say I won’t make it, but what the hell do they know? |
I’m so dedicated that no one can take control |
Of my fate, so even when I’m in the danger zone |
I still feel like I’m safe at home, so I’m always protected |
All perspectives that contradict mine are strongly rejected |
I’m like a fundamentalist contemplating the fossil record |
Explaining Intelligent Design to a biology professor |
I understand my faith well enough not to question it |
For a starving artist that’s just a prerequisite |
‘Cause I can see direct evidence with my own eyes |
That says my chance of success is like throwing dice |
And getting consecutive snake eyes forty times |
That’s why the only truth I accept is the one I know inside |
Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed |
A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself |
So I teach myself and increase my skills |
And I’ll believe when I see results |
With an eye to the future and a fist to the wheel |
And a gun to the head and the man in the mirror |
And the visions you see is the molding you made |
And the prisons you feel are as sharp as a blade |
Got a knife to the throat of those that’re paid |
Just wandering the streets just looking for shade |
You’ve never done an honest day’s work and it shows |
You got shit in your smile and a shine in your clothes |
Bloated and fat and coated in wasted tattoos |
You’re day old news lies as flat as your shoes |
Dreams are torn shattered born battered and bruised |
Shorn from the sheep all matted and used |
You glimmer and glitter and tease |
Get a glimpse of the truth and still do as you please |
With your shiny suits your polished nails |
Your cheating heart your eyes all malice and blackmail |
Your violent breath and your soapbox stare |
Your cold thin grin and your hopeless soul |
And your clothes that smell of mothballs always old |
Hot don’t stick to cold oh so thin hold |
On the thin line between the incline and decline |
Long way down drop in to free fall |
Your sins unraveling hands that won’t stand |
And be counted hammer hits down goes the gavel |
Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed |
A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself |
So I teach myself and increase my skills |
And I’ll believe when I see results |
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