Well, have I mentioned before that I can rap?
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Opus. 1
Bruno Smet, Tawanda W.T Mulalu, Roger Waters.
I.
('Is There Anybody Out There?')
Individuality of heartbroken causality
The chest muscle ripped out in bloody fatality
Existence a game that can't even channel my
Code, my blueprints, not part of the lie
Tossed to the other side of the equation
I; the variable to be eliminating
Aware of complexities in calculating
The difficulty in the truth that I am stating
A heaven that aspires and desires to possess
The soul and the mind of my intellect
That speaketh beyond the mundane dialect
To the core of the issue through the soft tissue
But locked up, choked up, pretending not to hurt too
Still, on goes tomorrow like a visual reel
Feast for the eyes, leaving out lies and real
I am a closed system with ethereal addiction
To the stars of the universe and beauty of fiction
But contrast in reality, burden of my entropy
Fissures in my mind reveal that I am faulty
II.
('Swinging Sadness' [Trance])
Distant dreams where I can't find
My ambition and my peace of mind
Aimless wonderings through reality
And lost in words and numbers concurrently
(x2)
III.
('Is There Anybody Out There?' cont.)
Ignoring the need in our precious little moments
For cold, hard logic and all of its importance
The Burden of proof long cast out the window
And result in tumult with its reverbrating flow
Endless, soulless ignorance results of that
And countless, amountless, verbose combat
Our centers struggle to keep rhythm to the score
Therefore, henceforth Muzak played ever more
Sad black credits rolling quickly down the screen
Lack of medics showing swiftly crowns our dreams
To the dirt, and of course your heart hurts
Back to the floor, as your pathetic pressure soars
Everyone has answers but you know they aren't sure
Resolving the problem simply by believing
We find instead the opposite unearthing
The dirt that once covered our lowliness
Has drifted apart, revealing loneliness
The burden of proof- brought back to light
We can now only set our own souls alight
We're dying as we're burning
And we're trying as we're yearning
And we're crying as we're hurting
And I'm sighing as I'm learning.
***
Copyright to Pink Floyd for the song 'Is There Anybody Out There?' from 'The Wall.'
Credits to Bruno Smet constructing the 'Swinging Sadness' bridge with his awesome guitar.
Oh,
I wrote the lyrics.
***
Opus. 1
Bruno Smet, Tawanda W.T Mulalu, Roger Waters.
I.
('Is There Anybody Out There?')
Individuality of heartbroken causality
The chest muscle ripped out in bloody fatality
Existence a game that can't even channel my
Code, my blueprints, not part of the lie
Tossed to the other side of the equation
I; the variable to be eliminating
Aware of complexities in calculating
The difficulty in the truth that I am stating
A heaven that aspires and desires to possess
The soul and the mind of my intellect
That speaketh beyond the mundane dialect
To the core of the issue through the soft tissue
But locked up, choked up, pretending not to hurt too
Still, on goes tomorrow like a visual reel
Feast for the eyes, leaving out lies and real
I am a closed system with ethereal addiction
To the stars of the universe and beauty of fiction
But contrast in reality, burden of my entropy
Fissures in my mind reveal that I am faulty
II.
('Swinging Sadness' [Trance])
Distant dreams where I can't find
My ambition and my peace of mind
Aimless wonderings through reality
And lost in words and numbers concurrently
(x2)
III.
('Is There Anybody Out There?' cont.)
Ignoring the need in our precious little moments
For cold, hard logic and all of its importance
The Burden of proof long cast out the window
And result in tumult with its reverbrating flow
Endless, soulless ignorance results of that
And countless, amountless, verbose combat
Our centers struggle to keep rhythm to the score
Therefore, henceforth Muzak played ever more
Sad black credits rolling quickly down the screen
Lack of medics showing swiftly crowns our dreams
To the dirt, and of course your heart hurts
Back to the floor, as your pathetic pressure soars
Everyone has answers but you know they aren't sure
Resolving the problem simply by believing
We find instead the opposite unearthing
The dirt that once covered our lowliness
Has drifted apart, revealing loneliness
The burden of proof- brought back to light
We can now only set our own souls alight
We're dying as we're burning
And we're trying as we're yearning
And we're crying as we're hurting
And I'm sighing as I'm learning.
***
Copyright to Pink Floyd for the song 'Is There Anybody Out There?' from 'The Wall.'
Credits to Bruno Smet constructing the 'Swinging Sadness' bridge with his awesome guitar.
Oh,
I wrote the lyrics.
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