Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Avian , by - Dom MclennonRelease date: 29.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Avian , by - Dom MclennonAvian |
| Put this in my system then I’m on my way |
| Went from a bedroom to a spaceship bay |
| Back in my home, back to my ways |
| Look through my window, it’s infinite space |
| I’m in a purgatory splitting consciousness |
| And a dream state, but I never felt so awake |
| Or at least aware, I don’t ever care |
| I don’t even know what’s here but I |
| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain |
| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins |
| Tryna maintain over all the mundane |
| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain |
| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain |
| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey |
| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters |
| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive |
| The matter in my brain? |
| Resembles some fractals & hallucinogenics |
| The nerves melting together, bonding in wax poetics |
| Many claim to be tastemakers but don’t know aesthetics |
| Or honest and unapologetic phonetics |
| With all credit given to the creators |
| I should ask for request to go forward |
| Cause beyond the eccentric behavior |
| My vision could make a crater the size of the Earth’s core |
| Lately I’ve been playin chicken with fate |
| Or maybe it’s my inner demons adding this shit on my plate |
| But I ain’t into all of that |
| So I grew a pair and mushed em off like fall back |
| Everybodys spending energy on fake sympathy |
| Yet scrutinize and criticize the little things |
| Or emphatically correct themselves politically |
| To do that for your ego is bigotry |
| Pardon the rant I’m just on the cliff of epiphanies |
| Fishing for thoughts, addicted to it like nicotine |
| I don’t mean to intervene with your dreams |
| But this rise has been foreseen and now I |
| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain |
| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins |
| Tryna maintain over all the mundane |
| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain |
| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain |
| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey |
| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters |
| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive |
| Couple niggas said they wanna kill me when they see me |
| But when I’m in their city they be actin Stevie |
| And it always amuses me, never actin abusively |
| Let em react foolishly, this behavior ain’t new to me |
| I am Alice |
| Place your tongue on this little white rabbit, it’s magic |
| Now that things will get graphic, this trip may be hazardous |
| Darkness, hard to dream or to breathe in this blackness |
| Falling through this vortex of nonsense and madness |
| Consumed by the greed in our actions |
| We build something, watch it crumbling |
| And when it’s gone, stand wondering, and feel nothing |
| Shield your eyes from the unseen |
| The rabbit will be with you in your dreams |
| So take a trip and peace your earthly ways, at the least |
| Wear that skirt, you bear the mark of the beast |
| Marked for the greed and what you feast |
| Marked for our skin, evergreen |
| We are armed to the teeth |
| But our souls be as white as the rabbit that we see |
| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain |
| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins |
| Tryna maintain over all the mundane |
| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain |
| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain |
| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey |
| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters |
| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive |
| Pay attention |
| Trust me when you been in my position |
| When there’s all these inquisitions based off frivolous suspicions |
| And you’re tryna deal with the transition |
| When times change and old friends become apparitions |
| Pray to something that you never get caught slippin |
| The dreams I had are turning into news like premonitions |
| The world keep spinning and I feel like I’m sittin |
| I just hope it isn’t me trippin 'cause I |
| Feel it in my bones, feel it in my brain |
| Feel it in my soul, feel it in my veins |
| Tryna maintain over all the mundane |
| Looking at a melancholy life with such disdain |
| Lemme try to explain, lemme try to explain |
| Living life in technicolor where you all saw grey |
| Under a looking glass, the dimension never matters |
| Whatever you believe, through it you can perceive |
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