Ayo, the white bird soaring like a bad omen
Holding pieces of my story in its beak like the chosen
Circling like a vulture through abandoned sheds and spires
Lightning bolts colliding in this somber field of flowers
Like hello friends, I know that this is what you least expected
Like I was due to run into a charcoal field of weapons
Like I was to revert every insult that I collected
Because this is where I turned to when I felt the most neglected
Like I need to work, write until my hand gon' light on fire
Saying prayers in this paper like an ancient Greek papyrus
More and more kids now grab the Erlenmeyer
Call me necromancer, the way I resurrect desire
Every single oxymoron, every metaphor I'm flowing
Know that throwing in the towel ain't the motive that I'm going for
So own it like you're hoping for a gun to shoot those joking voices
Every single day they listen, every single day they talking
Every single day they walking, every single day they stalking
You until you break in two and go to take the scenic route
Took me quite a minute to perfect all that was coming
To every single voice of you, feel like it's the end
Cause as I'm sitting on the edge of this bottomless pit
It takes me a second to take every single thought
And overthink it, everyone's so busy
Can't do it, can't make it, making excuses so fast
Like I'm supposed to take them at first
I had thought maybe the work was the whole reason
They made all them decisions as if I wouldn't find it shocking
How foolish of me to think the ink was for the jotting
Hard to realize it was the devil who came knocking
All the joys went undivided for the thieves and wicked pirates
For the sick and dire insiders like the KGB retirees
All the venomous like spiders trapped inside these walls of wires
Killing, ending everybody, playing cold war with the fire
Motherf*cker
Only light is in the heavens, over here is only limbo
I can feel them creeping on me bout' time reaching a crescendo
Only paper truly listens, but the ink is Satan's body
Hear them calling incarnations, gave myself in for these foggy expectations
This is it then, no more time for celebrations
Shit is over, tunnel vision, time to burn all vacant bridges
From this day only one watcher guarding you from falling through
Say your prayers, that's my only wish to you, master the search
MindMage - Master The Search Lyrics
MindMage - Master The Search Lyrics
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Ayo, the white bird soaring like a bad omen
Holding pieces of my story in its beak like the chosen
Circling like a vulture through abandoned sheds and spires
Lightning bolts colliding in this somber field of flowers
Like hello friends, I know that this is what you least expected
Like I was due to run into a charcoal field of weapons
Like I was to revert every insult that I collected
Because this is where I turned to when I felt the most neglected
Like I need to work, write until my hand gon' light on fire
Saying prayers in this paper like an ancient Greek papyrus
More and more kids now grab the Erlenmeyer
Call me necromancer, the way I resurrect desire
Every single oxymoron, every metaphor I'm flowing
Know that throwing in the towel ain't the motive that I'm going for
So own it like you're hoping for a gun to shoot those joking voices
Every single day they listen, every single day they talking
Every single day they walking, every single day they stalking
You until you break in two and go to take the scenic route
Took me quite a minute to perfect all that was coming
To every single voice of you, feel like it's the end
Cause as I'm sitting on the edge of this bottomless pit
It takes me a second to take every single thought
And overthink it, everyone's so busy
Can't do it, can't make it, making excuses so fast
Like I'm supposed to take them at first
I had thought maybe the work was the whole reason
They made all them decisions as if I wouldn't find it shocking
How foolish of me to think the ink was for the jotting
Hard to realize it was the devil who came knocking
All the joys went undivided for the thieves and wicked pirates
For the sick and dire insiders like the KGB retirees
All the venomous like spiders trapped inside these walls of wires
Killing, ending everybody, playing cold war with the fire
Motherf*cker
Only light is in the heavens, over here is only limbo
I can feel them creeping on me bout' time reaching a crescendo
Only paper truly listens, but the ink is Satan's body
Hear them calling incarnations, gave myself in for these foggy expectations
This is it then, no more time for celebrations
Shit is over, tunnel vision, time to burn all vacant bridges
From this day only one watcher guarding you from falling through
Say your prayers, that's my only wish to you, master the search
Holding pieces of my story in its beak like the chosen
Circling like a vulture through abandoned sheds and spires
Lightning bolts colliding in this somber field of flowers
Like hello friends, I know that this is what you least expected
Like I was due to run into a charcoal field of weapons
Like I was to revert every insult that I collected
Because this is where I turned to when I felt the most neglected
Like I need to work, write until my hand gon' light on fire
Saying prayers in this paper like an ancient Greek papyrus
More and more kids now grab the Erlenmeyer
Call me necromancer, the way I resurrect desire
Every single oxymoron, every metaphor I'm flowing
Know that throwing in the towel ain't the motive that I'm going for
So own it like you're hoping for a gun to shoot those joking voices
Every single day they listen, every single day they talking
Every single day they walking, every single day they stalking
You until you break in two and go to take the scenic route
Took me quite a minute to perfect all that was coming
To every single voice of you, feel like it's the end
Cause as I'm sitting on the edge of this bottomless pit
It takes me a second to take every single thought
And overthink it, everyone's so busy
Can't do it, can't make it, making excuses so fast
Like I'm supposed to take them at first
I had thought maybe the work was the whole reason
They made all them decisions as if I wouldn't find it shocking
How foolish of me to think the ink was for the jotting
Hard to realize it was the devil who came knocking
All the joys went undivided for the thieves and wicked pirates
For the sick and dire insiders like the KGB retirees
All the venomous like spiders trapped inside these walls of wires
Killing, ending everybody, playing cold war with the fire
Motherf*cker
Only light is in the heavens, over here is only limbo
I can feel them creeping on me bout' time reaching a crescendo
Only paper truly listens, but the ink is Satan's body
Hear them calling incarnations, gave myself in for these foggy expectations
This is it then, no more time for celebrations
Shit is over, tunnel vision, time to burn all vacant bridges
From this day only one watcher guarding you from falling through
Say your prayers, that's my only wish to you, master the search
Writer: Teodoras Kuzminskis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid