Connekt - My Own Way Lyrics

Here lies a man ashamed of the one he became
All of the negative change finally rested deep down in his brain
He knows what he needs, to get rid of all that bleeds
Cut out his sick heart and let God clean up the stains
But he can't bring himself to get up and answer 'about face'
Day after day he just exists between the space
Drifting around, is he a boat out on the waves
God only knows why the tears are rollin' down his face
But that is the reason that he tries so hard to escape
Running away, the creator extends his grace
Needs to lay down this guilt, his suffocating ways
But the man keeps running, he's trying to save face
He thinks to himself "In the dark is where I will be safe
I can lie, I can hide from the sight of the ones in my life
Here I can whine and not a single soul will mind"
Which of course he is wrong, he learns the hard way

Making my own way
Making my own way
Ignoring what they say
Even if it's wisdom
I turn around and hit 'em
Yeah, making my own way
Making my own way
All my sins out on display
I am a needle in the hay
Making my own way
Making my own way
Countless times I've been played
How much fame will I get paid
Cash the claim at the
Bank, making my own way
Making my own way
Livin' it up with the ancient of days
I spend my days in the grave

I've been tryin' to spit out words that can rhyme with Connekt
They've been sayin' "Don't be me" but I deflect
Try to be them, that's how they deflect all the bright lights that shine on their own closed eyes
Trapped inside my brain, mentally insane, broken all the way
I filled up my grave, buried under shame, my mistakes paved the way that I walk
With tear stains covering my face
My honest filter's gone when I talk
Talking to myself as I walk
Red brick road is the way
Takes me down to Hell's front gate
I Knock knock knock
I Knock knock knock
I gotta stop, I gotta stop, I gotta stop, stop
The decisions that I make, fornicating with the grave
Bowing down to the world, throw away my holy sword
Just throw me in the pit, I can wail and throw a fit
No I'm not a man, I am just a kid

Making my own way
Making my own way
Ignoring what they say
Even if it's wisdom
I turn around and hit 'em
Yeah, making my own way
Making my own way
All my sins out on display
I am a needle in the hay
Making my own way
Making my own way
Countless times I've been played
How much fame will I get paid
Cash the claim at the
Bank, making my own way
Making my own way
Livin' it up with the ancient of days
I spend my days in the grave

Here's a question that I found, in the Bible that I read
If crying is not masculine, yet God created Him, how is it possible, then
That the son of God wept at the tomb of Lazarus, when he has the power to resurrect

Making my own way
Making my own way
Ignoring what they say
Even if it's wisdom
I turn around and hit 'em
Yeah, making my own way
Making my own way
All my sins out on display
I am a needle in the hay
Making my own way
Making my own way
Countless times I've been played
How much fame will I get paid
Cash the claim at the
Bank, making my own way
Making my own way
I spent my days down in the grave
But now I'm livin' it up with the ancient of days

Existential Existence of the man named Connekt