The Silence by Konan Doyle Lyrics

I am seeking motivation, I have yet to find it
And I’m running out of patience, this shit isn’t timeless
Is my gas running low? Don’t know where my drive is
I’ll keep hanging out with ghosts, I prefer the silence

Kept hanging out with ghosts, now I’m stuck in silence
I mean who would know that I’d learn to like it
These voices in my head won’t be quiet
Welcome to the silence

I just keep on getting stoned just to keep me rolling
Everyone leave me alone, this is not the moment
If you need me you can phone, so I can ignore it
I don’t mean to be so cold, but I’m fucking frozen
And I still can’t let it go
You can see I’m used to being left alone
I’m just try’na get your interest like you’re being left a loan
They won’t even hear my pitch, it’s like I’m down a semi tone

I am seeking motivation, I have yet to find it
And I’m running out of patience, this shit isn’t timeless
Is my gas running low? Don’t know where my drive is
I’ll keep hanging out with ghosts, I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
Please leave me be
I’m hoping to focus, I need me some peace
Been joking to cope with what keeps me so weak
I’ve been dying discretely
Stop trying to reach me

And in all this mess, I’m just trying to do it right
Why am I so upset over tiny shit in my life
I might just neglect whats been piling on my mind
Until the day that death has a scythe up against my spine

Times going by but I’m try’na rewind
I’m gonba climb just to rise like the tide
Find me some silence to hide with at night
And remind me why I’m still rhyming shit
The timing isnt even right for this
I’m hyperfixed on every line I spit
Been writing since I was like 5 or 6
A tiny kid with my ambition, quiet while I’m try’na listen

I am seeking motivation, I have yet to find it
And I’m running out of patience, this shit isn’t timeless
Is my gas running low? Don’t know where my drive is
I’ll keep hanging out with ghosts, I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
I prefer the silence
I am seeking motivation, I have yet to find it
And I’m running out of patience, this shit isn’t timeless
Is my gas running low? Don’t know where my drive is
I’ll keep hanging out with ghosts, I prefer the silence