Impermanence Songtext
von Average Joey
Impermanence Songtext
If I were denied these trying times
How could I find my own worth?
If I can′t decide that I'm ready to die
How could I begin my rebirth?
If I come to find my own freedom
I may seek comfort in the cage
When I follow the fear I′m feeding from
It seems like I'm running away
The moment I wake up
The dream I was weaving which once seemed so real
Reveals itself as made up
When the time does arrive for my timely demise
I'll writhe with regret and remorse
I′ll surely replace any tasteful disgrace
With pleas for an easy recourse
If the time comes to pass
That I′m actually asked
What the fuck I'm fighting for
A brief relief of pain won′t quiet my brain
Which seeks immortality and more
The instant I die
I can finally recognize
That I had in fact in alive
When the time comes for sustanence
When needs need met
And the pressure is felt
I doubt some insufferable wordsmith
Will be able to offer
Any semblance of help
When our time are defined by violence
Some poetic prophet won't due
I′ve learned my aversion to impermanence
The pen is not quite as mighty as the truth
That a Big Man With A Gun
Will do what he wants to
So do as he says, or he'll shoot
My story will not live on with you
How could I find my own worth?
If I can′t decide that I'm ready to die
How could I begin my rebirth?
If I come to find my own freedom
I may seek comfort in the cage
When I follow the fear I′m feeding from
It seems like I'm running away
The moment I wake up
The dream I was weaving which once seemed so real
Reveals itself as made up
When the time does arrive for my timely demise
I'll writhe with regret and remorse
I′ll surely replace any tasteful disgrace
With pleas for an easy recourse
If the time comes to pass
That I′m actually asked
What the fuck I'm fighting for
A brief relief of pain won′t quiet my brain
Which seeks immortality and more
The instant I die
I can finally recognize
That I had in fact in alive
When the time comes for sustanence
When needs need met
And the pressure is felt
I doubt some insufferable wordsmith
Will be able to offer
Any semblance of help
When our time are defined by violence
Some poetic prophet won't due
I′ve learned my aversion to impermanence
The pen is not quite as mighty as the truth
That a Big Man With A Gun
Will do what he wants to
So do as he says, or he'll shoot
My story will not live on with you
Writer(s): Joey Schuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com