Frequencies by Exitium Lyrics
[Intro]
Caught on a tight rope tryna make my way out this spot
Caught between a ledge end and a never ending drop
This the knot, in my noose to take me into dreams
Invisible to history but the image seen
I've made my mark and placed a stake in peoples memories
But if they had a choice I think they would end up forgetting me
[Hook]
This is the mind of a fragile man
Insecure and filled with demons in a panicked land
This is the mind of a fragile man
Insecure and filled with demons in a panicked land
[Verse]
I've been lost and the cost of possibly making me
Into a different person is pushing me into slavery
Turning myself into someone who isn't unique
Fending for my own freedom but I'm living in dreams
Rendering me, helpless looking for someone
Who can prove I'm one with a loaded gun
But I can't find them, I'm vibing trying to dive in
And search in the darkest depths of my music for the arrival
Of someone giving a mention or really pushing me out there
Instead of all of these friends who have me added but doubt that
I can do somethin like this and move my pen and twist
On paper creating rhythm and bringing interest
But that's not the point of this
I'll keep it on that topic though cuz I'm annoyed a bit
They said they had my back and I used to show em the songs
They would tell me I'm good and say look how far you've come
Like look how far you've come but...
How the times have changed
They don't even speak to me
It's like the waves have formed and it's goodbye on different frequencies
Caught on a tight rope tryna make my way out this spot
Caught between a ledge end and a never ending drop
This the knot, in my noose to take me into dreams
Invisible to history but the image seen
I've made my mark and placed a stake in peoples memories
But if they had a choice I think they would end up forgetting me
[Hook]
This is the mind of a fragile man
Insecure and filled with demons in a panicked land
This is the mind of a fragile man
Insecure and filled with demons in a panicked land
[Verse]
I've been lost and the cost of possibly making me
Into a different person is pushing me into slavery
Turning myself into someone who isn't unique
Fending for my own freedom but I'm living in dreams
Rendering me, helpless looking for someone
Who can prove I'm one with a loaded gun
But I can't find them, I'm vibing trying to dive in
And search in the darkest depths of my music for the arrival
Of someone giving a mention or really pushing me out there
Instead of all of these friends who have me added but doubt that
I can do somethin like this and move my pen and twist
On paper creating rhythm and bringing interest
But that's not the point of this
I'll keep it on that topic though cuz I'm annoyed a bit
They said they had my back and I used to show em the songs
They would tell me I'm good and say look how far you've come
Like look how far you've come but...
How the times have changed
They don't even speak to me
It's like the waves have formed and it's goodbye on different frequencies