Hell no, what’s that noise?
Sounds like my brain splits from multiple choice.
I got problems to decide
Whether the world may just collide
Rather from dumbness -
Speciecide.
One mo’ living in shame
Realizing I am just part of the game.
When the door snaps shut
And my finger gets cut
I’ma bleed ya
Loyal blood.
Although lesson got learned
It doesn’t mean that the tables have turned.
Being one-eyed among the blind
Can make it easier to find
An escape from your
Daily grind.
I’m falling,
sleep time is near, reason sheds no more tear
I’m falling,
Sand in the gear, treason beds with a peer
sleep time is near, reason sheds no more tear
Sand in the gear, treason beds with a peer
No more reason.
Hell yeah, what’s that deal?
This book of life got a broken seal.
Gonna sip from that bowl
But avoid alcohol
By aware choice,
That’s my role.
Don’t care, who’s in charge,
My mind is free or at least at large.
I'll have some blast to be the last
who was as fast back in the past
as it was needed
let's recast.
No flare, lights my path,
Here in the dark I don’t need no math.
Accept to decide what is right
from deep inside's a kinda wide
undertaking
Seamy side.
I’m falling,
sleep time is near, reason sheds no more tear
I’m falling,
Sand in the gear, treason beds with a peer
I’m falling,
Wonder what time and the space in between is about
Sleep’s calling,
Want to resist, but my mind’s getting weaker, no doubt
I’m walling
All that is worth to be said once awake very loud
Sweep’s galling,
Focus dismissed.
What is expected of me,
Is nothing I wanna be,
When my spirit’s falling free low low low
The consequence of to be
Up all night eternally
introspecting mind of me go go go
What sounds good in theory
Did never work out for me
Always saw my reason flee
Goodbye logic Goodbye logic
Procrastinate, alienate, I never freed me
Fly from debate, commiserate, I always heed me
Accentuate I’m always late, no chance to speed me
Self-hibernate and fully jade me, I can’t proceed
What is expected of me,
Is nothing I wanna be,
When my spirit’s falling free low low low
What sounds good in theory
Did never work out for me
Always saw my reason flee
Goodbye logic
We are Mr. Cräbs, a 90ies Crossover, Rapcore, Alternative Metal, whatever-you-may-call-us band from Dresden, Germany. Founded in 2008 and still playing the songs we like to.
