Castles Made of Sand
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โฑ๏ธ 3:10 duration
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I was baptized by the heavens
I was walking in the rain
On a cloudy night in Brighton
I was deep inside my brain
My tracksuits felt so heavy with my pockets full of pain
I wish this was a one-off but the story is the same
As the day that came before this, the day that came before
Command C - command V
Copy and paste the day, the skies are grey
My Nikes tread through puddles, the rain it dances by my face
This it lands, it detonates, a perfect hit coordinated
Execute it - brah, carry troubles on my back
My legs, they get so tired 'cause my troubles, they are stacked
Like they're Jenga and then when the feelings hit like influenza
I just quarantine the struggle 'cause it's not on my agenda
Push it down, don't wanna deal with it, don't wanna feel that shit
Still I drown, man on a sinking ship, man with a big, gold chip up on my shoulder
Man, I'm feeling so much older
Why this world look so much colder?
Why am I carrying this boulder? Why've I carried it for miles?
And fucking miles, and fucking miles, am I on trial? Tell me, Lord, am I on trial?
Because it feels like it's a sick joke, I've been sick for half my life
I'm sick, sick, sick, you're feeling sick, quick, pop the blister, stop the fight, like
I was scolded by the heavens, I was walking in the rain
On a cloudy night in Brighton, all I seem to feel is pain
I zip right up my jacket, so my soul, it don't escape
It wants to break right out my body, but I don't hold it to blame
I lay awake on aching nights, I contemplate and hate my life
Just staring at an empty ceiling 'cause it reflects what's inside
I can't cry, I can't cry no more, depleted my store
Asking why, why am I in this war?
Why do you hate me, Lord?
Why do you-, why do you-?, why do you-?
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I feel broken, smoking till I'm ill
Let the pot rot my brain, watch it kill me soft like Lauryn Hill
Fuji, life's a movie, I'm Clooney driving a stolen Suzuki
Right off the edge of a metaphorical hill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill your brain cells
Kill your altar, kill your good health
Kill the coroner
I am a foreigner, inside my body a warrior
A worrying warrior inside the corridor, inside my mind holocaust
No support for these scary thoughts
I struggle and trouble, I'm struggling double, I'm doubly trouble 'bout all of the struggles
The ruin, the rubble, the hustle, the bustle
It buckles my muscles, I fuck on my knuckles
I'm popping the bubble, (?) it's a puddle
I'm subtly muddled, I'm mixed up, I'm puzzled
I'm perplexed, I'm perfect, I'm perfectly complex
My purpose and perspective (?) is defective, I-
I'm so goddamn bored, lonely metaphors that I write
They don't vindicate all the pain that's poured on my life
I disintegrate, castles made of sand, they are white
From the surface of this Earth
And their impermanence is enlightenment
At least, that's what I think it is
I don't know
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.00]
[00:12.92] I was baptized by the heavens
[00:14.28] I was walking in the rain
[00:16.01] On a cloudy night in Brighton
[00:17.57] I was deep inside my brain
[00:19.25] My tracksuits felt so heavy with my pockets full of pain
[00:22.49] I wish this was a one-off but the story is the same
[00:25.68] As the day that came before this, the day that came before
[00:28.61] Command C - command V
[00:30.35] Copy and paste the day, the skies are grey
[00:32.41] My Nikes tread through puddles, the rain it dances by my face
[00:35.56] This it lands, it detonates, a perfect hit coordinated
[00:38.81] Execute it - brah, carry troubles on my back
[00:41.69] My legs, they get so tired 'cause my troubles, they are stacked
[00:44.89] Like they're Jenga and then when the feelings hit like influenza
[00:48.17] I just quarantine the struggle 'cause it's not on my agenda
[00:51.41] Push it down, don't wanna deal with it, don't wanna feel that shit
[00:54.69] Still I drown, man on a sinking ship, man with a big, gold chip up on my shoulder
[00:58.69] Man, I'm feeling so much older
[01:00.33] Why this world look so much colder?
[01:01.93] Why am I carrying this boulder? Why've I carried it for miles?
[01:05.41] And fucking miles, and fucking miles, am I on trial? Tell me, Lord, am I on trial?
[01:10.73] Because it feels like it's a sick joke, I've been sick for half my life
[01:13.97] I'm sick, sick, sick, you're feeling sick, quick, pop the blister, stop the fight, like
[01:17.52]
[01:30.36] I was scolded by the heavens, I was walking in the rain
[01:33.24] On a cloudy night in Brighton, all I seem to feel is pain
[01:36.45] I zip right up my jacket, so my soul, it don't escape
[01:39.60] It wants to break right out my body, but I don't hold it to blame
[01:42.96] I lay awake on aching nights, I contemplate and hate my life
[01:45.97] Just staring at an empty ceiling 'cause it reflects what's inside
[01:49.13] I can't cry, I can't cry no more, depleted my store
[01:52.53] Asking why, why am I in this war?
[01:54.60] Why do you hate me, Lord?
[01:55.84] Why do you-, why do you-?, why do you-?
[01:58.29]
[02:02.24] Fee-fi-fo-fum, I feel broken, smoking till I'm ill
[02:05.89] Let the pot rot my brain, watch it kill me soft like Lauryn Hill
[02:09.05] Fuji, life's a movie, I'm Clooney driving a stolen Suzuki
[02:12.48] Right off the edge of a metaphorical hill
[02:15.17] Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill your brain cells
[02:17.58] Kill your altar, kill your good health
[02:19.22] Kill the coroner
[02:20.48] I am a foreigner, inside my body a warrior
[02:22.41] A worrying warrior inside the corridor, inside my mind holocaust
[02:26.49] No support for these scary thoughts
[02:28.36] I struggle and trouble, I'm struggling double, I'm doubly trouble 'bout all of the struggles
[02:31.67] The ruin, the rubble, the hustle, the bustle
[02:32.71] It buckles my muscles, I fuck on my knuckles
[02:34.82] I'm popping the bubble, (?) it's a puddle
[02:36.06] I'm subtly muddled, I'm mixed up, I'm puzzled
[02:38.06] I'm perplexed, I'm perfect, I'm perfectly complex
[02:39.78] My purpose and perspective (?) is defective, I-
[02:41.82] I'm so goddamn bored, lonely metaphors that I write
[02:44.98] They don't vindicate all the pain that's poured on my life
[02:48.14] I disintegrate, castles made of sand, they are white
[02:51.43] From the surface of this Earth
[02:53.03] And their impermanence is enlightenment
[02:57.94] At least, that's what I think it is
[03:01.11] I don't know
[03:02.42]
[00:12.92] I was baptized by the heavens
[00:14.28] I was walking in the rain
[00:16.01] On a cloudy night in Brighton
[00:17.57] I was deep inside my brain
[00:19.25] My tracksuits felt so heavy with my pockets full of pain
[00:22.49] I wish this was a one-off but the story is the same
[00:25.68] As the day that came before this, the day that came before
[00:28.61] Command C - command V
[00:30.35] Copy and paste the day, the skies are grey
[00:32.41] My Nikes tread through puddles, the rain it dances by my face
[00:35.56] This it lands, it detonates, a perfect hit coordinated
[00:38.81] Execute it - brah, carry troubles on my back
[00:41.69] My legs, they get so tired 'cause my troubles, they are stacked
[00:44.89] Like they're Jenga and then when the feelings hit like influenza
[00:48.17] I just quarantine the struggle 'cause it's not on my agenda
[00:51.41] Push it down, don't wanna deal with it, don't wanna feel that shit
[00:54.69] Still I drown, man on a sinking ship, man with a big, gold chip up on my shoulder
[00:58.69] Man, I'm feeling so much older
[01:00.33] Why this world look so much colder?
[01:01.93] Why am I carrying this boulder? Why've I carried it for miles?
[01:05.41] And fucking miles, and fucking miles, am I on trial? Tell me, Lord, am I on trial?
[01:10.73] Because it feels like it's a sick joke, I've been sick for half my life
[01:13.97] I'm sick, sick, sick, you're feeling sick, quick, pop the blister, stop the fight, like
[01:17.52]
[01:30.36] I was scolded by the heavens, I was walking in the rain
[01:33.24] On a cloudy night in Brighton, all I seem to feel is pain
[01:36.45] I zip right up my jacket, so my soul, it don't escape
[01:39.60] It wants to break right out my body, but I don't hold it to blame
[01:42.96] I lay awake on aching nights, I contemplate and hate my life
[01:45.97] Just staring at an empty ceiling 'cause it reflects what's inside
[01:49.13] I can't cry, I can't cry no more, depleted my store
[01:52.53] Asking why, why am I in this war?
[01:54.60] Why do you hate me, Lord?
[01:55.84] Why do you-, why do you-?, why do you-?
[01:58.29]
[02:02.24] Fee-fi-fo-fum, I feel broken, smoking till I'm ill
[02:05.89] Let the pot rot my brain, watch it kill me soft like Lauryn Hill
[02:09.05] Fuji, life's a movie, I'm Clooney driving a stolen Suzuki
[02:12.48] Right off the edge of a metaphorical hill
[02:15.17] Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill your brain cells
[02:17.58] Kill your altar, kill your good health
[02:19.22] Kill the coroner
[02:20.48] I am a foreigner, inside my body a warrior
[02:22.41] A worrying warrior inside the corridor, inside my mind holocaust
[02:26.49] No support for these scary thoughts
[02:28.36] I struggle and trouble, I'm struggling double, I'm doubly trouble 'bout all of the struggles
[02:31.67] The ruin, the rubble, the hustle, the bustle
[02:32.71] It buckles my muscles, I fuck on my knuckles
[02:34.82] I'm popping the bubble, (?) it's a puddle
[02:36.06] I'm subtly muddled, I'm mixed up, I'm puzzled
[02:38.06] I'm perplexed, I'm perfect, I'm perfectly complex
[02:39.78] My purpose and perspective (?) is defective, I-
[02:41.82] I'm so goddamn bored, lonely metaphors that I write
[02:44.98] They don't vindicate all the pain that's poured on my life
[02:48.14] I disintegrate, castles made of sand, they are white
[02:51.43] From the surface of this Earth
[02:53.03] And their impermanence is enlightenment
[02:57.94] At least, that's what I think it is
[03:01.11] I don't know
[03:02.42]