Spark by Johnny Panic Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This isn't party music, this is white knuckle grip the steering wheel
Grit your teeth and barrel through, even if the end is near
I'm a fucking mess, I guess, judgin' by the looks I get
I don't need no closure, I'm the closest to real that you'll step
One parents got the rage, the others medicated
I guess I'm a bit of both and ever underrated
I'm not speaking truth to power, that ain't really real at all
They only speak about the truth that they make money off
Still, I gotta make an impression, but I kinda hate all of that
The way I spit is aggressive, I oughta be eating tabs
Life is a brutal when you're broke, classists going for the throat
I don't need your politics of collusion and that's a quote
Getting wasted, watching thunder flash in the dark
On a sunny day I saw a riot start with a spark
I'm part impartial for a subsect that's severing heads
Better than being the people giving these killer coppers credit
[Chorus]
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
[Verse 2]
This ain't religious music, I don't believe in nothin'
Except myself, anyone else can try me if they want it
Sorry I ain't sartre, these ain't humanistic raps
I feel alien just walking out the house with the trash
If Satan's trading souls for cash, count me in
They'd rather see us starve than just admit the game is rigged
But there's a spark in all of us, no matter how you think you'd begin
They try to tear us down only 'cause they know we could win
It's weird to see the progress of time
Lot of people never get the chance, lot of kids die
Hear a lot of folks are down to fight, lot of those lie
Bet we'll see all the latter telling everyone to open their eyes
Then they're talking to us saying that we need to obey
I practically live in the trash, I know you can not relate
Fuck followin' orders, I been blessed with a chorus
And dexterity that's forged from a fire in the forest
[Chorus]
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
This isn't party music, this is white knuckle grip the steering wheel
Grit your teeth and barrel through, even if the end is near
I'm a fucking mess, I guess, judgin' by the looks I get
I don't need no closure, I'm the closest to real that you'll step
One parents got the rage, the others medicated
I guess I'm a bit of both and ever underrated
I'm not speaking truth to power, that ain't really real at all
They only speak about the truth that they make money off
Still, I gotta make an impression, but I kinda hate all of that
The way I spit is aggressive, I oughta be eating tabs
Life is a brutal when you're broke, classists going for the throat
I don't need your politics of collusion and that's a quote
Getting wasted, watching thunder flash in the dark
On a sunny day I saw a riot start with a spark
I'm part impartial for a subsect that's severing heads
Better than being the people giving these killer coppers credit
[Chorus]
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
[Verse 2]
This ain't religious music, I don't believe in nothin'
Except myself, anyone else can try me if they want it
Sorry I ain't sartre, these ain't humanistic raps
I feel alien just walking out the house with the trash
If Satan's trading souls for cash, count me in
They'd rather see us starve than just admit the game is rigged
But there's a spark in all of us, no matter how you think you'd begin
They try to tear us down only 'cause they know we could win
It's weird to see the progress of time
Lot of people never get the chance, lot of kids die
Hear a lot of folks are down to fight, lot of those lie
Bet we'll see all the latter telling everyone to open their eyes
Then they're talking to us saying that we need to obey
I practically live in the trash, I know you can not relate
Fuck followin' orders, I been blessed with a chorus
And dexterity that's forged from a fire in the forest
[Chorus]
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough
I hear her voice in my head long after she's gone
And still got nausea on top of a cough