Phat Chance - Angels In My Ears lyrics

When I'm not making music I feel fake as hell; But still I do this to escape myself; And get lost in it, how can I feel like I'm trying to find; A sign that my life's not just a waste of my health; When I'm here because I failed to jump; The saddest part of this all is that I'm not making it up; My whole life's another tale of betrayal and lust; Where everybody that we love's slowly fading to dust; So I can barely face the morning sunlight; Like work was a war with a morbid frontline; Maybe I'm at peace with my boredom sometimes, Or maybe I'm afraid to get up and touch life; I don't do it cause I love my home; I do it cause I can't leave my comfort zone, I've got fears and hesitations, and can't clear my head of the taste Of my memories and failures; I've got a few bones to pick with god or the devil, or Whoever is responsible for letting me be present, here; And let me make it perfectly clear; It's life itself, not hell or heaven that I fear; I've got angels singing in my ears; I've got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head; And I hope I never forget; All the wisdom in the things that they've said; I've got music playing in my ears; I've got an artists soul but a childs fears, I've got lessons learnt at my best and worst, And I'm just waiting for the skies to clear; I treat my beats like they're bad news, Cause there's no hiding from it, or the tidings they bring; That's why I see my ink stains like tattoos, Cause when you break it down I'm really writing on my skin; I think I'm looking for an avenue to raise a complaint With whatever big cheese about the pace of the day, Cause I really saw my youth like a playful parade, So who the hell was on these city roofs making it rain; And who can I blame, for the state of my brain, Or the way we sit apart when we're taking the train; I don't know if it's art, or it's fate; Or if I should point the finger at the mirror when I'm shaving today; Cause at heart, I'm just a confused boy; With feelings under wrap like protecting a new toy; And while I find it hard to breathe through that packaging, I aint gonna leave cause I'm scared of these mannequins; We're all running around trying to act like we get it, When we don't, even know where we're headed, And if I did, I might have something worth telling, Though the likelihood is someone already said it, But I've got angels singing in my ears; I've got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head; And I hope I never forget; All the wisdom in the things that they've said; I've got music playing in my ears; I've got an artists soul but a childs fears, I've got lessons learnt at my best and worst, And I'm just waiting for the skies to clear;