Ghostwrite – Bad Astronaut – letras

I am limbo, waiting on a windowStuck inside an intervalI know it’s unattainableCovered by a label’s nameLabeled by geographyOn a dying dark horsePlacingI am a plagiaristFeeble picking up a penBetween a sonic precedentAny age I representOld enough to own the storeThe noise I make, like an arrogant ingrateI’m not noteworthy for a loyaltyThe forefathers who are redeemedMost of whom I never reveredNever needed or never even heardEmulating individualsCloning the new originalsFollow us for king land ritualsI am a spokesman for a derivativeTravelling salesmanSelling old narrativeTrue sounds of libertyStraining through my voiceOnly heard in their codeOne noiseOnce an introvertSpewing my entire worthRegurgitating their words from itSecond coming, a second stringsThey’re personating the real thingThe odd guys that wrote bad songsA drug addict’s dead and goneWho wrote the song that sold my voiceForcing to make my choicesAnd the name they chose for meAnd the name chosen for meFinally, here I amSaid to be made againPosing weathered statuesStanding on old attributesGetting sick of thisFeeling ridiculousI’m an overtold joke’s punchlineI am limbo, waiting on a windowResonating old songYou’re not so longScraping the bread off my foreheadAt the speed of nearly deadI never found what never madeTo the sound I’ve already betrayedIt’s the name they chose for meIt’s the name they chose for meFollow us for king land ritual