Life feels like the hell, lust on the sublime
Yet my life’s a project, Ain’t wasting my time
Praying to the sky, longing while I’m dreaming
Kneeling bleeding down
Guess i love this feeling
I feel like a preacher wandering in the clouds
I write down my music, cus they seek to rob
Fallen somewhere lost
Too far from my vision
Better than finding myself
With a loaded gun
I’m lost on the road, I don’t Know what i need
I know that they hate me but they look for me
I know they don’t like me cuz ain’t hypocrite
Where is your passion for art if you just want profit
Thеy can replace me, But you won’t fill thе void
You envy me and I have nothing boy
Ain’t looking for money, obviously it will come
But I know that I would be nothing, boy
Life feels like the hell, lust on the sublime
Yet my life’s a project, Ain’t wasting my time
Praying to the sky, longing while I’m dreaming
Kneeling bleeding down
Guess i love this feeling
I feel like a preacher wandering in the clouds
I write down my music, cus they seek to rob
Fallen somewhere lost
Too far from my vision
Better than finding myself
With a loaded gun
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