[Intro]
I don't crave d**h; i just crave peace
I don't crave d**h; i just crave peace
We don't crave d**h; we just crave peace
I don't crave d**h; i just crave peace
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1: atlas]
I couldn't use words to describe
The way I'm on words with my mind
It ain't worth your time
I scribble with a certain design
That screams I'm perfectly fine
Sure, what a lie (ugh)
Life is a bookshelf covered in sand
I found it buried in the desert
With the glove in my hand
Uncovered by the shutters
I have come to withstand
I'm lacking everything
From shelter to a love of the land
I pulled the first work off the shelves
And opened up a page
I saw the chapter it portrayed
A better flowers and the rain
Thought that it was arbitrary
Till I saw the Angus started shifting
On the paper and to everything
I say i saw myself painting pictures
With the crumbling crayon
That I'm holding in the fumbling hand
Feel the sun where I stand started
Melting into nothing but plans
That I would never set to motion
As the puddle of man so I
Slammed the book quickly
Before I headed to the exit
You never know who's going
To be the last to hear your
Message I have decided to
Be impressed with the variety of lessons
I suppose I should
Ask myself the final nagging question like
[Hook]
When I die will they care
Will they cry will they stare
Were my eyes are closed
And do the numbers really
Matter if the pride isn't
There well I ever feel
Success for a will I smile at the pros
[Chorus]
How many times can I write
The same damn song before it
Gets old how many times
Do I have to tackle this demon
Before it gets dethroned
How many times can I write
The same damn song before
It gets old how many times
Do I have to tackle this demon
[Verse 2: atlas]
You were waiting at the station for a train
I was awkwardly complacent with my ways
Started pacing when I didn't see your face
Pulled my book out of my bag and
Flipped it open to a page considering
The path that I had taken on this day
Soon enough I'd finish I will simply
Blown away it was the story I have
Heard a million times but it
Seemed that it was different
When the atmosphere was
Gray so I started walking past
The things that once made
Me blind soon or past a damper
Sends It landing so align that the
Planet and the stars close behind
The image of their uniform
Was embedded in my mind
It was more a decoration
Than it ever was a sign
A declaration of a pattern
I've designed extrapolation
In the form of writing rhymes
And filling in the blanks that
Still existed time to time wondering
[Chorus]
How will I escape from this place
If the air beyond the question
Was created in my wake
It's impossible to ever disconnect
You from your thoughts so my
Conscience started shaping
Up the way it is today and
Never will I ever let the memories
Decay because the magic from
The present is a relic of the past
Who has overstepped its
Boundaries regarding where
To stay and when to leave is
Really nothing but a question of what lasts so