in the depths by Kevvbmm Lyrics
(Intro: Serial Experiments: Lain)
I guess that I'm confused again
Am I here, or am I there?
I don't know...
Over there, I'm everywhere, I know that...
But here is connected to over there, is that right?
[Chorus]
My phone be dry like a desert
Would it really hurt to tell her?
Underground, keep a secret
Cause I like to tell a lot
Ambience soft like a feather
I start to sound like broken records
Going on and on and on
In the depths like Lara Croft
Like Sailor Moon, stuck in my past
I could never come in last
No, this pain, it never lasts
Put me on mute I feel attacked
I'm fighting hard for a voice
They say it's getting old
But I feel it every day
I'll start to break before I fold, yuh
[Verse]
Been a while fore we talked
I wake up, my nose is stuffed
And I haven't been the best
You might catch me at the drop
Pictures saved, she had to crop
I'm in the stu, I'm on the job
Came so far from making songs
I'm not even at the top
This shit all come from the heart
I treat my thoughts just like they're art
Like Kit Kats, we break apart
Do you think we can restart?
Don't like to tell people my problems
It might put me in that coffin
Sensazione di affetto
Wanted you right in my stocking, yuh
[Bridge]
Ah, ah, ah (But then, where is the real me after all is said and done?)
I think I do too much (Oh, there is no real me, I guess that's it
I only exist inside those people aware of my existence.)
I can feel it in my blood
Maybe after all, you'll feel my pain and text me back
[Chorus]
My phone be dry like a desert
Would it really hurt to tell her?
Underground, keep a secret
Cause I like to tell a lot
Ambience soft like a feather
I start to sound like broken records
Going on and on and on
In the depths like Lara Croft
Like Sailor Moon, stuck in my past
I could never come in last
No, this pain, it never lasts
Put me on mute I feel attacked
I'm fighting hard for a voice
They say it's getting old
But I feel it every day
I'll start to break before I fold, yuh
(Outro: Serial Experiments: Lain)
But what about this me that I can hear talking right here and now? It's me, isn't it? This me that I hear talking... Who is it? Who's me?
I guess that I'm confused again
Am I here, or am I there?
I don't know...
Over there, I'm everywhere, I know that...
But here is connected to over there, is that right?
[Chorus]
My phone be dry like a desert
Would it really hurt to tell her?
Underground, keep a secret
Cause I like to tell a lot
Ambience soft like a feather
I start to sound like broken records
Going on and on and on
In the depths like Lara Croft
Like Sailor Moon, stuck in my past
I could never come in last
No, this pain, it never lasts
Put me on mute I feel attacked
I'm fighting hard for a voice
They say it's getting old
But I feel it every day
I'll start to break before I fold, yuh
[Verse]
Been a while fore we talked
I wake up, my nose is stuffed
And I haven't been the best
You might catch me at the drop
Pictures saved, she had to crop
I'm in the stu, I'm on the job
Came so far from making songs
I'm not even at the top
This shit all come from the heart
I treat my thoughts just like they're art
Like Kit Kats, we break apart
Do you think we can restart?
Don't like to tell people my problems
It might put me in that coffin
Sensazione di affetto
Wanted you right in my stocking, yuh
[Bridge]
Ah, ah, ah (But then, where is the real me after all is said and done?)
I think I do too much (Oh, there is no real me, I guess that's it
I only exist inside those people aware of my existence.)
I can feel it in my blood
Maybe after all, you'll feel my pain and text me back
[Chorus]
My phone be dry like a desert
Would it really hurt to tell her?
Underground, keep a secret
Cause I like to tell a lot
Ambience soft like a feather
I start to sound like broken records
Going on and on and on
In the depths like Lara Croft
Like Sailor Moon, stuck in my past
I could never come in last
No, this pain, it never lasts
Put me on mute I feel attacked
I'm fighting hard for a voice
They say it's getting old
But I feel it every day
I'll start to break before I fold, yuh
(Outro: Serial Experiments: Lain)
But what about this me that I can hear talking right here and now? It's me, isn't it? This me that I hear talking... Who is it? Who's me?