Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Isn't Clear, artist - Verb T. Album song Medicated Dreams, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Isn't Clear |
Yo, I’m spinning out, running rings around the room |
Trying to settle down, but everything’s about to move |
Life’s inpermanent, my dead skin’s merging into earth again |
Yet still I’m back to work again |
Running from the future, hiding from the past |
Face bears a clue, had to disguise it with a mask |
Could it be the stubbornness that’s driving us apart? |
But without that surely I would disembark |
(…), into the cold night |
Hold tight to an old shrine, roll dice |
I’ve been gambling my whole life — oh my goodness |
The good ship lost at sea; |
there’s no light |
Will the pain ever disappear? |
What am I missing here? |
Still thinking, and still sitting here |
With only silence for answers; |
I laugh as my anger resides in the darkness |
(My anger resides in the darkness x2) |
(Yeah. Didn’t disappear. Look) |
Didn’t disappear, still sitting here |
Am I happy or sad, it still isn’t clear |
No fakeness, only realism here |
And if you didn’t catch that, then listen here (x2) |
(My mistakes.) |
Once again I sit wide awake |
In the dark, This is the only time I take |
Putting wrinkles on my face, I slide away |
Into another room, looking for the light again |
I’m in pain, think I might die again |
Drama, I know, my mind (has) gone too far |
(Dumb fuck) No I’m not, you are! |
Shit. |
But I’m the only here |
The lonely one here, with only one fear |
Fear, I’m feeling it but can’t shake it |
Back on medication, feeling wasted |
Even sound redundant to myself as I’m saying it |
Dig a grave and I lay in it |
Dig? |
attention? |
— I fight from it |
Aligning with the fire in the fiber’s |
In the tip of a dynamite stick; |
now I’m lit (lit, lit, lit) |
Temper raging, it’s racing its way through my veins and I’m pacing |
Man, it’s nothing but the same thing |
Up in the cycle trying to break it |
Or maybe I’m just fake trying to change it |
Will the pain ever disappear? |
What am I missing here? |
Still thinking, and still sitting here |
With only silence for answers; |
I laugh as my anger resides in the darkness |
Didn’t disappear, still sitting here |
Am I happy or sad, it still isn’t clear |
No fakeness, only realism here |
And if you didn’t catch that, then listen here (x2) |