Cycle of Nightmare – E-Dubble – letras

Living through a cycle of nightmaresand they don’t fight fairBut I’ll be right here, hands up high, with my parry arm upTil’ I carry on up these dreamsout the box up the right stairsAnd I’ve been fighting for a minute, a long list of givensThat we chisel even if they cause schismsOr a crack or a break in the mold we makePay tribute to the motherfucking tolls we paidI’m gone til’ November, a long list of membersThat we missed on the list apologize for DecemberThe long winter fell on this game of thronesBut I be living out the box til’ I’m HBOWe all fall, we all rise, we alrightWith the bumps and bruises proving to em’ we all triedTo do something with the gift, something to upliftEating chicken noodle soup until my soul gets fitThe biggest loser in the world or the duke of fucking earlBoth poles represented while we looking for our pluralsThe we, the us, and all beingsWho’re sick of being cynical and trying to find a meaningTo this life that we cooked up, then we shook upRecipe we scratched cuz’ the past got looked upThe scars we took that we keepcuz’ the tat doesn’t cover the fact that we bleed[Hook:]The things we saw when we were youngThe time we did things just for funI’d hate to lose even just oneBut I? ll let it goWe learn the practice what we preachAnd practice, we still seem to cheatPractice preaching and practicallyBut I? ll let it go[Verse 2:]Life stories that take shape and then get dentedVeneers for the fake smile from that dentistThe cheers from the crowd for the introspectionAirholes in the pain til’ we all feel ventedBut, we can’t slow down the timelineThe mirrors got ears and the ears are alliesWe listen real close through the years and outlineThe parts that we love then repress those hard timesTime we keep and time we loseWe all hit delete when defeat stops snoozeOr are the real dreams the day-maresWaking up longing for the ways of the day careThe innocence gone, the renaissance songThe cinema we live to pop-cornAmazed by the maze that we took for grantedPut the dreams in the mail but forgot to stamp itAnd now they want junk, the postage went upAnd your rent check probably got stuckThe lord of your land probably quite concernedBoth sides of the aisle got to fight the urgeTo just fight for first, and then fight the curseThat was made on the day that they felt the worstCuz’ that ain’t the truth that ain’t what’s youMarch to a different drummer til’ you break the loopAnd Like[Hook:]The things we saw when we were youngThe time we did things just for funI’d hate to lose even just oneBut I? ll let it goWe learn the practice what we preachAnd practice, we still seem to cheatPractice preaching and practicallyBut I? ll let it go