Waiting, for cycles to end and new ones to start
Fading, as we try to mend the cracks in our heart
Failing, to keep on pretending that we make the art
Trading, a bit of ourselves for time
Oh how relaxing and relieving, you got it now go hide the meaning
The universe provides, time will tell but time’s got a trick it was concealing
Be patient and watch all things around you change
The crook that became a king the looser who's now in lead
The poor becoming the rich the weekling become the strong
The wise men are all now dead the dead are now called the wise
And you're waiting for a day, you're still waiting for a day that is made to never come
What you love is not in spacetime and you are what you love
Without movement, rivers turn to swamp without movement, artist becomes machine
Without movement, the wind will start to reek without movement, life becomes so still
And death will turn to black
Words don't mean anything without action they don't mean anything, your intentions
Sustain the wait and see the cost becoming the timeline, the burning of the candle while all is still black
How mesmerizing and hypnotizing we wait until we find ourselves rising
Self victimizing, ego disguising to where we lose our recognizing
Convenience is what's fueling the drive inside addictions are all excuses to maintain the wait
Waiting games are not keeping a highest score eventually they'll all crash down on those who play
Wlak cut the sh*t...SHIIIT
Everybody means well when they give us advices having waited so long doing it all over again all over again
Stop! You liar. I can see all the lies you make under the table cut the sh*t
Ignore me cause life showed you enough blood
I can feel all the piercing eyes out to get you so cut the sh*t
Ignore me cause life is about hard work
Boring days now pass (haha) covered with laughter, run from what you're after
No one's on your side all your friends have died while you’re waiting for a disaster
I can't finish these words cause i'm also waiting for people to see my work instead of me sharing
If i don't allow this out who will be hearing? these songs will be words in my head no one will ever know of..
And i'm waiting for a day i'm done waiting for this day, the day has finally come
What you love is not in spacetime and you are what you love
Without movement, rivers turn to swamp without movement, artist becomes machine
Without movement, the wind will start to reek without movement, life becomes so still
And death will turn to black
Everybody's waiting on somebody else to clarify all while asking for some reasons that could help to justify
Cut the crap don't wait for cycle to repeat it doesn't end
Cut the crap don't fade in vain no time can heal cracks you defend
Cut the crap true artists simply can't be forced to make amends
Cut the crap no trade is fair if what you trade with you do not have