Loose Thoughts by Acarcion Lyrics
[Intro]
Fuck me
That's all I have to say, yeah
[Verse]
[?] thoughts, desperately [?]
Oh, on the edges of my consciousness
Conscientious at the fact that my depression deepens
At the thought of the people around me
Getting caught in a [?] or self-destruction
My brain and thoughts create the copin'
This pain, it is my only hope at feelin'
Anything outside of numbing reality
Colors washed out with the rain
A graying landscape, and state of mind [?] with time
[?] good morning sunset, that reveals the devastation of the morning storm
[?], but in no way stops
Because no story finishes, a disaster, which brings
Families apart, instead of at the end of the
Light of every tunnel
It's a strength that propels those of each people forward
Strength gained, in spite of those doubts
It's a true angel
Singing a chorus solo
When [?] all is [?], believin' exhibiting sorrow's a solution
To the child crying out in distress
Instead of [?] out, a hand and a [?]
And a [?] hug, but no confession
Because action is the ultimate apology
For those caught in life's clutches
Searching for solution
Hidden in a fog of expression
Expecting something to change in the gears and the machine
To not grind into oblivion
But, maybe I'm just messin'
I'm outside this true train of oppression
And empathetic, hypocritic life-form
Was sworn to do anything for the people around him
I just sit here
Settling my thoughts, in this hole that I rot
Think to myself, "I'm never letting the typewriter stop"
Yeah, never let the typewriter stop
Just gotta' let out these loose thoughts
Fuck me
That's all I have to say, yeah
[Verse]
[?] thoughts, desperately [?]
Oh, on the edges of my consciousness
Conscientious at the fact that my depression deepens
At the thought of the people around me
Getting caught in a [?] or self-destruction
My brain and thoughts create the copin'
This pain, it is my only hope at feelin'
Anything outside of numbing reality
Colors washed out with the rain
A graying landscape, and state of mind [?] with time
[?] good morning sunset, that reveals the devastation of the morning storm
[?], but in no way stops
Because no story finishes, a disaster, which brings
Families apart, instead of at the end of the
Light of every tunnel
It's a strength that propels those of each people forward
Strength gained, in spite of those doubts
It's a true angel
Singing a chorus solo
When [?] all is [?], believin' exhibiting sorrow's a solution
To the child crying out in distress
Instead of [?] out, a hand and a [?]
And a [?] hug, but no confession
Because action is the ultimate apology
For those caught in life's clutches
Searching for solution
Hidden in a fog of expression
Expecting something to change in the gears and the machine
To not grind into oblivion
But, maybe I'm just messin'
I'm outside this true train of oppression
And empathetic, hypocritic life-form
Was sworn to do anything for the people around him
I just sit here
Settling my thoughts, in this hole that I rot
Think to myself, "I'm never letting the typewriter stop"
Yeah, never let the typewriter stop
Just gotta' let out these loose thoughts