Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy, artist - Crywank. Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Song language: English
Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy |
| Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air |
| Must I care for nothing more than myself? |
| Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting indirected mourning |
| Part of me that was selfless but left without a warning |
| Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest |
| This obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head |
| Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend |
| Revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend |
| Anything bigger than myself, but in the end, I still pretend |
| Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time watching me |
| as I achieve, my secret social mission; |
| To drain people with my boring stories and opinions |
| To see the bigger picture; |
| takes intelligence and wisdom |
| But I won’t see anything with just myself in my vision |
| I go outside, the blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy |
| Endlessly, incessantly declining any pleasantries |
| Heavily breathing, socially teething, I’m open like a vivisection |
| Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections |
| Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity |
| Project my insecurity until the intensity is weaponry |
| Grieving a heavenly fiction I agreed I was dreaming. |
| Awake! |
| Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that |
| This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep |
| And I helplessly watch them fade as I awake |
| I try and keep them alive |
| Incomparable with life but eventually they die |
| And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie |
| When inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality |
| Through lucid dreaming, I decimate the limitations of actuality Capacity |
| practically eternal, mortality external |
| No God, but I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal |
| Internally existing without morality creates profanities without the tragedy |
| And compared to the apathy of realness, I reveal my own insanity |
| The majesty of fantasy propels me from tragedy |
| Vail to my unreality |
| An elaborately designed, privately owned spiral galaxy |
| Financially I’m failing, naturally decaying |
| Soon I’ll have no safe space to sleep these bills still need paying |
| Open up our minds to something mind-expanding |
| When I drift away I see the totality of understanding |