Too much, everything is everywhere
Cars and noise and stories shared
Can't keep the whirling head in check
Need a decompression, a stream of black
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
I am alone, I can concentrate
I see nothing, sealing my fate
Monstrous steel and a breathing tube
Complex world now in a simple cube
Focus, focus on the task at hand
Ideas to grab, ideas so grand
Two slots in black and white and oxygen
Condense, mass, just count to ten
Pen and paper, the mind is freed
I have got everything I need
Reach the pinnacle if I block them away
When I have it, i'll make them pay
Expel the light which shines too bright
Collect the dark which makes me right
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
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Too much, everything is everywhere
Cars and noise and stories shared
Can't keep the whirling head in check
Need a decompression, a stream of black
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
I am alone, I can concentrate
I see nothing, sealing my fate
Monstrous steel and a breathing tube
Complex world now in a simple cube
Focus, focus on the task at hand
Ideas to grab, ideas so grand
Two slots in black and white and oxygen
Condense, mass, just count to ten
Pen and paper, the mind is freed
I have got everything I need
Reach the pinnacle if I block them away
When I have it, i'll make them pay
Expel the light which shines too bright
Collect the dark which makes me right
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
Cars and noise and stories shared
Can't keep the whirling head in check
Need a decompression, a stream of black
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
I am alone, I can concentrate
I see nothing, sealing my fate
Monstrous steel and a breathing tube
Complex world now in a simple cube
Focus, focus on the task at hand
Ideas to grab, ideas so grand
Two slots in black and white and oxygen
Condense, mass, just count to ten
Pen and paper, the mind is freed
I have got everything I need
Reach the pinnacle if I block them away
When I have it, i'll make them pay
Expel the light which shines too bright
Collect the dark which makes me right
A filter above my neck (the isolator)
So I can stay on track (thank me later)
Writer: David Erdmann, Yannik Emmerich
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid