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Daemon inside
03:05
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Keeps me awake at night - tossing turning
The words I wish to have never said
A guilty feeling so hotly burning
Mental paralysis in my bed
Confront the Daemon inside
That keeps me up in the night
That viscious Daemon inside
A distant memory not forgotten
Of young stupidity crossing lines
Keeps creeping is has me feeling rotten
Destroys my chances of feeling fine
Confront the Daemon inside
That keeps me up in the night
That viscious Daemon inside
Confront the Daemon inside
That keeps me up in the night
That viscious Daemon inside
I see a severed head in the darkness
A dead relationship in my wake
My skin is itching; I'm feeling restless
The world is spinning I feel so fake
Confront the Daemon inside
That keeps me up in the night
That viscious Daemon inside
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2. |
So I Run
03:30
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Out on the open road
With nothing on my mind
For once without a load
Of weight to bear
I’m leaving the grind
The sunlight on the ground
So bright and unashamed
My windshield all around
The carcasses of summer are spread
The wheels are turning
I’m not returning
I’m on my way
I wanna be a place
Where they won’t recognize my face
Where things I might have said and done
Won’t dictate how I’m seen, so I run.
Out on the road alone
The ocean by my side
Out there in waves unknown
You wouldn’t see
The tears that I cry
I hide myself away
To be what they expect
Sometimes on better days
I feel like someone I can accept
The wheels are turning
I’m not returning
I’m on my way
I wanna be a place
Where they won’t recognize my face
Where things I might have said and done
Won’t dictate how I’m seen, so I run.
The wheels are turning
I’m not returning
I’m on my way
I wanna be a place
Where they won’t recognize my face
Where things I might have said and done
Won’t dictate how I’m seen, so I run
I wanna be a place
Where they won’t recognize my face
Where things I might have said and done
Won’t dictate how I’m seen, so I run
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3. |
Today I didn't
04:13
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Today I didn't write
No matter how hard I tried
Not a single word would materialise
So I grabbed myself a burger with fries
Sometimes life is hard
Then I procrastinate and don’t make art
Today I didn’t draw
my mind wouldn’t see the line
I debated myself into apathy-state
So I just sat here on the couch and ate
Sometimes life is hard
Then I procrastinate and don’t make art
Today I didn’t sculpt
no shape would grow out of the clay
I looked out on the world and the state we are in
So I poured myself a tonic with gin
Sometimes life is hard
Then I procrastinate and don’t make art
How do you make a lyric relatable
In a world, where even facts are debatable
Where egos so easily inflatable
Leave less space for common sense
With each passing day
Sometimes life is hard
Then I procrastinate and don’t make art
Sometimes life is hard
Then I don't make art
So hard
Make art
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Thomas Lyng Poulsen Denmark
Classical guitarist, coverband guitarist/ singer and starting to write my own songs too.
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