siylk - seekers through the sand Lyrics

First project
Siylk

Tough times in the sand
I try to grasp it but I don't understand
Drought times
Starving men
Gasping for fresh air
Strangled by other men
Mingle with evil men
Handle predicaments
Sink in the quicksand
Then make amends
Weak and wicked men
Fake and true
They all blend
Building my grip strength 'fore I lose my hand

(I need that fresh water)
My lips are chapped
My throat is ashed
My wrists are cuffed
My voice is trapped

The Devil tell me pay the toll 'fore I go
And he calls it a duty
Sacrificial goat
But hell I ain't lucid
I don't know which door to open
I hope I get closer to home
They plucking they wings
They puncture they wheels
Then they tucking they feelings
Give up on they feelings
Get f*cked on the daily
(Your thoughts on the scaffold)
They laugh at you brazenly 'cause you don't follow

Wake up bitch
Fall asleep bitch
Drink up bitch
Gobble up bitch

Bells ringing afar catch my mind
To a Stranger above I sell my time
Yes I want it all
Please be mine
But do I want thrill or peace of mind
Mm
Used by my own tools I try to elude them
Hooked on that good shit
I'm hooked on that movement
Through all the dunes I do keep it moving
Move after move
Focused

I move on shit
I don't need shit
That's enough shit
I won't eat shit
I move up shit
I won't need shit
Never enough shit
I'll succeed shit

(I need that fresh water)
My lips are chapped
My throat is ashed
My wrists are cuffed
My voice is

In this land of the damned
No keeper of the lambs
We seekers through the sand
Our eyes deceive us
Mirages bend
Oasis talk from dreamers
We blending gods and reapers
Which one of them can hear us
F*ck it
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
F*ck it
F*ck it
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
I soak in that

Sip it til I'm full
I'm full of that good shit ah
Spit it til you drool
You hooked on my good shit ah
I spit it 'cause I'm full
I'm full of that good shit ah
Now sip it til you drool
You hooked on my good shit ah

Poured some thoughts in a few tracks
I'm hoping they pierce through
This haboob made me lose track
I turn and look back
Everything seem new
The sand dunes they keep morphing
Didn't move far
Disoriented
Pursue a thing that may be illusory
Still I keep roaming
Yea
In quest of my purpose my drive
Maybe I'm thinking too much
But in face of the final curtains I'm frightened
Can't f*ck it all up
Quenching my thirst 'fore I die
No stones unturned
Or left with worries and remorse
Plagued with resentment
Lose my voice
Exploring my doubts
Go off course
Adapt reform then back for more
No one can know I'm never sure
I do more than hope
Steady walk forward
Perhaps the journey's what I'm after afterall

In this land of the damned
No keeper of the lambs
We seekers through the sand
Our eyes deceive us
Mirages bend
Oasis talk from dreamers
We blending gods and reapers
Which one of them can hear us
F*ck it
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
F*ck it
F*ck it
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
I soak in that water
I soak in that

Fed on countless tales of malice pleasure and greatness
I wander
Deciphering footstep trails celestial signs and dune shapes
Wondering but full of hope
As I close my eyes tired from my progress
I wake up to find myself amidst a new landscape
Dust storms
Frustrated
Afraid of going astray
Craving for new guidance
But the signs are seldom and cryptic
And the encounters deceptive
Still I settle on this direction
Unsure of anything but forward
Now I'm back on reflecting what my next step is

In this land of the damned
Uh
In this
In this
In this
In this land of the damned
Uh
In this
In this
I'm a seeker
I'm a dreamer
I'm a believer
There's a way
I'm a sinner
I'm a deceiver
I'm a drifter
A castaway
I'm a keeper
I'm a winner
I'm a leader
I show a way
I'm a seeker
I'm a sinner
I'm a dreamer
I'm a seeker
I'm a

Siylk
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