THE MANTRA Songtext
von simon a.

The Vicky line from the Stow to the Brix
I done it before, but this one was different
I just lost my job and it
Weren′t easy, simply the boy weren't a kid, he was paying rent
Now the cost of living wasn′t making sense
He was basically finished. He thought he was going ad astra
Station on station repeating the mantra
I'm different, I'm different, I′m different, I′m different
I swear that I'm different, I promise I′m different
They never did listen, he stated a mission
The vision was tunneled, they pummeled and hit him
And asked "whose turn is it for submission?"
They left burning questions on this one
King's Cross came and went and he missed it
Tryna figure out what to tell the missus


I′m different, I'm different
I swear that I′m different, I promise I'm different
The mantra was hidden in plain sight
He decided the sentence became lies
In an instant
If it wasn't for Charlie and his meddling stuff
He hardly would have had to pedal that far
But who are we? Just some irrelevant staff?
But I′m different
I don′t need your penance
Got pennies on the pound for an account with no interest
Didn't make a sound when the town was in stitches
Dinner came around and he had to have fish fingers
And doesn′t the stench linger?
Looked in the mirror, he's a dead ringer
For a pagan. Hypocrisy lead him here

The Vicky line from the Stow to the Brix
I done it before, but this one was different
I just deeped I′m one of the citizens
Everybody treats their beef like venison
Like it's a special one, never that
Takes a village to raise a kid, and in fact
This is one for the guys throwing tantrums
Day after day just repeating the mantra

I′m different, I'm different, I'm different, I′m different
I′m different, I'm different, I′m different, I'm different
I′m different, I'm different, I′m different, I'm different
I'm different, I′m different, I′m different, I'm different
I′m different, I'm different, I′m different, I'm different
I′m different, I'm different, I'm different, I′m different


Swear down, boy your mum is a opp
Look how she raised you a liar
Me, I still think I′ve got different desires
Picking a road that was chosen from day one
Begging it made me forget where I came from
This is London town, it's 24
Been in it from the dirt, from the very soil
But when they come and tell me I′m one of them
It just makes me feel sick, I'm a fucking gem
I′m built differently, every single problem is a cinch for me
Smartest in the room and it's clear to see
An arrogant clout miner who thinks he′s "He"
Or "Her" or "Them", or maybe that guy
It's time I go buy my own limelight
But people are afraid to listen (to listen)
Not to respond, everybody thinks they're
Different

And still
A late night with panicking a lot
The stress of an amateur to go pro
A late night with panicking a lot
The stress of an amateur to go pro
A late night with panicking a lot
The stress of an amateur to go pro
A late night with panicking a lot
The stress of an amateur to go pro
A late night with panicking a lot