Mist Through the Bits Songtext
von Coby Sey
Mist Through the Bits Songtext
Living for the now
Living for the now
Presence is clear
Presence is here
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Played shows at Fold, attentions we hold
With crew; solo integrity never sold
Lit stages and raves in various ways
London, Olomouc, many others and the Hague
We push things, never pull back, when we steer
We do things, never talk shit, yeah we're clear
Naysayers, we work and put the work in
We prove points without needing affirming
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Curb biases behind curtains
Action over words to me are more certain
Unlearning ego that's lurking
We can see it in their eyes; many still nervous
Or hysterical for reasons they don't know
But flip-flop like guest attendants with no-show
Probably take time to give into less surplus
Confidence without approval in words
Either way, we don′t make promises we can′t keep
Except expectations peak
Expect exceptional levels; round trips
Going across and full sekkle in the mist
Presence is clear, duppy any records we make
Dismiss any wallies and fakes
Lockdown game, set and match where we land
By these words, yeah, I take a stand
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Living for the now
Presence is clear
Presence is here
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Played shows at Fold, attentions we hold
With crew; solo integrity never sold
Lit stages and raves in various ways
London, Olomouc, many others and the Hague
We push things, never pull back, when we steer
We do things, never talk shit, yeah we're clear
Naysayers, we work and put the work in
We prove points without needing affirming
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Curb biases behind curtains
Action over words to me are more certain
Unlearning ego that's lurking
We can see it in their eyes; many still nervous
Or hysterical for reasons they don't know
But flip-flop like guest attendants with no-show
Probably take time to give into less surplus
Confidence without approval in words
Either way, we don′t make promises we can′t keep
Except expectations peak
Expect exceptional levels; round trips
Going across and full sekkle in the mist
Presence is clear, duppy any records we make
Dismiss any wallies and fakes
Lockdown game, set and match where we land
By these words, yeah, I take a stand
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I'm steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
Living for the now
Refuting pre-written riddles in the cloud
Refusing being limited down to the ground
I′m steering, swerving through the bits via sound
You can guess how these elements I compound
Where the sound-heads and the outsiders get bound
Conjuring no mean feat for all my hittas
Done this for too long; fold up quitter
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