
Date of issue: 10.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spark |
Selling lighters at the gasoline reservoirs |
Hoping for a spark |
Instance leading to the next |
Hoping my existence leaves a mark |
We’re all connected |
Feet on the same ground |
Yet I’m hell bound |
For painting a new image that |
Consciousness is a privilege |
We get for doing nothing |
No choice to be here but |
Free will like my blood pumping |
Through the chambers |
We label on the diagrams |
That wouldn’t exist without the chambers |
Yet we call this life a hologram |
Even considering the dangers |
Of cutting off circulation |
I need a spark |
Give me a light |
I’m in the dark |
My minds stuck |
Not in thought but the bone |
Never ending |
When times a sundial made out of stone |
This shit’s endless |
Like the stars we can’t count but we keep counting |
Distracting ourselves by flipping coins into a fountain |
Making wishes when our lives are drowning |
Take a breath — |
Just distractions to your true purpose |
Keep working on your shit ‘til it’s no less than perfect |
I should take my own advice |
'Cause I’ve been chasing the same old price |
Halfway gone rolling the same old dice |
On my bullshit I’m smoking the same old spice |
Searching for a passion in the same old heights |
I need the new nights, new lights, new sights |
Don’t think twice |
This ain’t no suicide |
Not enough life to suffice |
Got an open mind with the closed eyes |
Cast a shadow on the world fuck a sunrise |
Upside down then drown |
Can’t avoid the capsize |
The shit is closer than it appears |
Eyes peeled at the horizons light |
When I got no sleep |
I’m reap-in that shuteye |
Look into my mind |
Insomnia got me up |
Fuck it’s obvious |
Sublime nausea |
Excuse my sloppiness |
I’m done with all this shit |
I’m done with all that shit |
Call me a bitch for all the bark |
I said fuck it |
I guess I’d rather be in the dark |
Hit the switch |