Static Cycle - Make It
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Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Static Cycle
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Текст песни
We put these lines in front of these kids
Just to sell, cause that's the biz
But we're their world, we're what they live
For our words, we make our hits
Sold these shows, we've cashed these checks
We've killed this art, we've made this mess
Where's the soul, the love and the tears
That wrote these rhymes
That we used to hear
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
How will I ever even know?
I'm over the fame, I'm nobody's muse
Who will convict me, we made new rules
My conscience is pressing, I'm left guessing
This is nonsense, I need to address it
So here I sit, I try to write again,
Fall off my lips, my words, in unison
I contemplate what they might produce
I risk my pride and truth by what we sing to
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
And when the lights finally fall, and I stand alone barely breathing
What will my chest have to say about all the things that I've done
I hope that I can reflect on my mark on this map through the seasons
And see some good in the tracks that I have left on this world
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
How will I ever even know?
Over the fame [8x]
Just to sell, cause that's the biz
But we're their world, we're what they live
For our words, we make our hits
Sold these shows, we've cashed these checks
We've killed this art, we've made this mess
Where's the soul, the love and the tears
That wrote these rhymes
That we used to hear
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
How will I ever even know?
I'm over the fame, I'm nobody's muse
Who will convict me, we made new rules
My conscience is pressing, I'm left guessing
This is nonsense, I need to address it
So here I sit, I try to write again,
Fall off my lips, my words, in unison
I contemplate what they might produce
I risk my pride and truth by what we sing to
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
And when the lights finally fall, and I stand alone barely breathing
What will my chest have to say about all the things that I've done
I hope that I can reflect on my mark on this map through the seasons
And see some good in the tracks that I have left on this world
What if I make it?
What if I've come too far from home?
What if I fake it?
How will I ever even know?
How will I ever even know?
Over the fame [8x]
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