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The Next Step
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I wander because I don't know the way,
even as my purpose threatens to vanish some day.
I fall into uncaring skies.
Just take the next step;
crawl forward...
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Climbing up a wall, but vital handholds only fall so let me
try to make the resolution true.
This order's tall; excuse me...!
Tell me why when I see water boil, I am looking at my
Life seems to melt; slowly sublimate into this flame
I'm screaming
Have you ever seen a mirror shatter? Maybe one or two?
Well, at the rate my brain is blinking, the shards now all fill a store room
I can't tell you why; I can't tell you how, but I still function just fine
What that last line unconventional? Right, that is just my mind
There are reflections
Reflections of me
screaming and clawing
I'm killing this thought that cannot be, oh
These are the motives
the energy bonds of fuel that never
(could never)
could never drive me, oh
Sorry if I bother you, but I would like a moment's rest to
make sure that my tears do not fill up the room way past my chest, so
I would like to vomit out my feeble grasp of flowing time
Fake it 'til I make it, but I hate it, but can't shake it. Sigh.
I swear that I'm not crazy, but I can't make you believe me, so I
trust that all these words do not distort my person so extremely
Is this in my head?
Just sediment on the bed?
My bits could have flipped at 18, but I don't wanna be dead!
No!
There are reflections
Reflections of me
screaming and clawing
I'm killing this thought that cannot be, oh
These are the motives
the energy bonds of fuel that never
(could never)
could never drive me, oh
(One, two three, go!)
Brain is like a multi-thread, wrought with deadlock
Fought the interval between clock and thought drop
Push the memory block straight up to stack-top
Hopefully the D-flip-flop won't crack up
Shot the motive through like a Glock to a flock
Fail to contact a point, just a tick-tock
Radiation levels push past the backdrop
Let the caring captain know I'm fine; full-stop
(Hey-yeah!)
There are reflections
Reflections of me
screaming and clawing
I'm killing this thought that cannot be, oh
These are the motives
the energy bonds of fuel that never
(could never)
could never drive me, oh
(Hoah!!!)
(Hey, hey, hey...)
There are reflections
Reflections of me
screaming and clawing
I'm killing this thought that cannot be, oh
These are the motives
the energy bonds of fuel that never
(could never)
could never drive me, oh!!
There are reflections!
Reflections of me
screaming and clawing!
I'm killing this thought that cannot be, oh!!
These are the motives!
The energy bonds of fuel that never
(could never)
could never drive me, oh!!
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Joey Cramsey Chicago, Illinois
A legion of genres; one gigantic sound.
The Internet revolutionized music. People don't need a
label anymore; they simply need to bring their work to the world. Old traditions are being cast aside. Composers are writing whatever they want, and new sounds are sprouting up left and right. The world of sound is flourishing, and Joey's goal is to simply contribute to the movement.
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