Karamazov by Illwinded P Lyrics
It seems I've come to a fork in the road
Approaching unfortunate souls who bear
Resemblance to the torch that I hold
The corporate load has apparently been unbearable
And either way the intentions effectively stable under the clothes
No heart on my sleeves, no tricks for em either
But the fresh breath of me through the drapes in the theater
Is this a main attraction or a flashing glimpse of what's to come?
Has my waking life bеcome a pain impossible to numb?
But it keeps me on my toеs and fallen snow and frozen crows for all we know nobody knows
We just pretend to understand and fake a smile and strike a pose
And buy the soul so when we can
A bargain by the darkened sky that blanket in the land
So the sheep walked to the shepherd
The shepherd to his maker
But the absence of his Father filled his head with thoughts of anger
And he could feel his whole existence like an unwanted appendage
A sense that was handed down in him like wasted reverence
And here I stand
Having to make the same decisions
Whether I blame it on the world around me or try to make revisions
To this history of misery that's a mystery to us all
It's so familiar and nostalgic that it makes me want to bawl
To the rhythm of the past, reflected in my actions
It's a vision of a time when I still felt that burning passion
And it's hard to imagine it's a fraction of a memory
And so long ago that it's almost like it never happened
See in this world, you either give or you take
The greater you break, the chances are slim that you'll ever make
An impact on shit unless your mind and time was spent
Designing something worth a damn and not to pay the rent
Not to say you shouldn't get some reimbursement for your craft
But do the math before you let them purchase worthless little drafts
Of drivel, it's absent thoughts something you scribble
It's predictable by principle and pitifully abysmal
Go ahead and giggle but we'll see who gets the last laugh
When you're clinging to a sedative mistaken for a life raft
The right path is a little more than your perspective
But respect yourself, the world around will offer an incentive
So you can do what you do, but do it for you
Don't waste the little time you have in someone else's shoes
Singing the blues cause as it turns out, one size doesn't fit all
The fact of the matter is this world's an everlasting jigsaw
Now I don't know who or what has been putting it all together
But I've seen some pieces of the puzzle and I know it's better
Never to assume I know it all cause even though I'm clever
Pride always comes before the fall, so I surrender
And you can render me unusable, tender my desperate resignation
Even stick needles under my cuticles
Hang me on the cross or even burn me at the stake
But then you'll find me giving boosts to all the sinners hopping pearly gates
"I was there when the Word, who died on the cross
Rose up into heaven
Bearing on His bosom the soul of the penitent thief
You know how susceptible and aesthetically impressionable I am
But, common sense, oh, a most unhappy trait in my character...
Kept me in due bounds and I let the moment... pass
For what would have happened
What would have happened after my hosanna?
Everything on earth would have been extinguished at once
And no events could have occurred
And so, solely from a sense of duty and because of my social position
I was forced to suppress the good impulse and to stick to my nasty task..."
Approaching unfortunate souls who bear
Resemblance to the torch that I hold
The corporate load has apparently been unbearable
And either way the intentions effectively stable under the clothes
No heart on my sleeves, no tricks for em either
But the fresh breath of me through the drapes in the theater
Is this a main attraction or a flashing glimpse of what's to come?
Has my waking life bеcome a pain impossible to numb?
But it keeps me on my toеs and fallen snow and frozen crows for all we know nobody knows
We just pretend to understand and fake a smile and strike a pose
And buy the soul so when we can
A bargain by the darkened sky that blanket in the land
So the sheep walked to the shepherd
The shepherd to his maker
But the absence of his Father filled his head with thoughts of anger
And he could feel his whole existence like an unwanted appendage
A sense that was handed down in him like wasted reverence
And here I stand
Having to make the same decisions
Whether I blame it on the world around me or try to make revisions
To this history of misery that's a mystery to us all
It's so familiar and nostalgic that it makes me want to bawl
To the rhythm of the past, reflected in my actions
It's a vision of a time when I still felt that burning passion
And it's hard to imagine it's a fraction of a memory
And so long ago that it's almost like it never happened
See in this world, you either give or you take
The greater you break, the chances are slim that you'll ever make
An impact on shit unless your mind and time was spent
Designing something worth a damn and not to pay the rent
Not to say you shouldn't get some reimbursement for your craft
But do the math before you let them purchase worthless little drafts
Of drivel, it's absent thoughts something you scribble
It's predictable by principle and pitifully abysmal
Go ahead and giggle but we'll see who gets the last laugh
When you're clinging to a sedative mistaken for a life raft
The right path is a little more than your perspective
But respect yourself, the world around will offer an incentive
So you can do what you do, but do it for you
Don't waste the little time you have in someone else's shoes
Singing the blues cause as it turns out, one size doesn't fit all
The fact of the matter is this world's an everlasting jigsaw
Now I don't know who or what has been putting it all together
But I've seen some pieces of the puzzle and I know it's better
Never to assume I know it all cause even though I'm clever
Pride always comes before the fall, so I surrender
And you can render me unusable, tender my desperate resignation
Even stick needles under my cuticles
Hang me on the cross or even burn me at the stake
But then you'll find me giving boosts to all the sinners hopping pearly gates
"I was there when the Word, who died on the cross
Rose up into heaven
Bearing on His bosom the soul of the penitent thief
You know how susceptible and aesthetically impressionable I am
But, common sense, oh, a most unhappy trait in my character...
Kept me in due bounds and I let the moment... pass
For what would have happened
What would have happened after my hosanna?
Everything on earth would have been extinguished at once
And no events could have occurred
And so, solely from a sense of duty and because of my social position
I was forced to suppress the good impulse and to stick to my nasty task..."