The Critical Eye outro by Tenodera Lyrics
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[Intro]
You hear about meditation and deprivation
Of sensory organs forcing endorphin's to leak sensation
My bleak dictation is weak when endorsed
In your creek of patience
Maybe I'll forgive if your anger wasn't contagious
But at least I'll know, that I can catch myself a piece of snow
Latch myself to peace and hope, attaching beats to what I flow
I like to think that I just live in a vacuum
Where all my actions and my choices won't and don't effect you
But they do...
[Verse 1]
I'm just, passing by
Do I really need to spit another classic rhyme
To be classified as an artist or
Can I be myself and have a spastic mind?
If you were tasked with my
Mission to unleash all the tension I
Have in my body you would probably die
Before you put away all the paint and relax your eye
When I contemplate, the thought of me gone
And my memories erased, my brain
Doesn't take it well, it's hell
Placed in a state of hypnosis, a spell
Of hopelessness, not enough time to dwell
On emotion that's in, every line I tell
I feel like I've landed on top of the sky
Where there's no oxygen, so how the heaven am I still alive?
Sometimes I wish I could, take my ego and make it disappear
To clear my view, of all the stars in space
But I just can't see through this atmosphere
But here, in the place that is safe
AKA the brainwave that I procreate
I can see what it really takes
To be true in a world that continues to be full of fakes
[Intro]
You hear about meditation and deprivation
Of sensory organs forcing endorphin's to leak sensation
My bleak dictation is weak when endorsed
In your creek of patience
Maybe I'll forgive if your anger wasn't contagious
But at least I'll know, that I can catch myself a piece of snow
Latch myself to peace and hope, attaching beats to what I flow
I like to think that I just live in a vacuum
Where all my actions and my choices won't and don't effect you
But they do...
[Verse 1]
I'm just, passing by
Do I really need to spit another classic rhyme
To be classified as an artist or
Can I be myself and have a spastic mind?
If you were tasked with my
Mission to unleash all the tension I
Have in my body you would probably die
Before you put away all the paint and relax your eye
When I contemplate, the thought of me gone
And my memories erased, my brain
Doesn't take it well, it's hell
Placed in a state of hypnosis, a spell
Of hopelessness, not enough time to dwell
On emotion that's in, every line I tell
I feel like I've landed on top of the sky
Where there's no oxygen, so how the heaven am I still alive?
Sometimes I wish I could, take my ego and make it disappear
To clear my view, of all the stars in space
But I just can't see through this atmosphere
But here, in the place that is safe
AKA the brainwave that I procreate
I can see what it really takes
To be true in a world that continues to be full of fakes