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Feint's Lyrical Journey

Feint

Resident Musikian
So I figured to put this as poetry cos it kind of is. This is where I'mma throw some of the lyrics to songs i've written and am working on and if anybody puts in feedback that'd be great!
 

We Must Progress

In this world we want too much,


Because this world is never enough,



Let's hope we can change,



Let's hope we can change ourselves


Don't you see that it's hopeless,


when we forget all that's right?



And don't you feel helpless when you ask yourself,


Oh why does this happen to me?


Oh why does this happen to me?


I just wan't to control my destiny,


Explore the boundaries of all that we hold true.


This world is ours, so take my hand


and fight again,



don't you see that it's pointless?



Second guessing ourselves


Don't you see that it's hopeless,


When we forget all that is right,



and don't you feel helpless,



when you ask yourself oh why?


Why does this happen to me?

I can see,


The future,



More clearly than the present day



Forgetting while,



Tomorrow comes,



Today is fading away


Unclouded are my visions


of who



I'll grow to be.


But how will I know if I've gotten there?


If i don't know who I am.


We take life for granted,


the fruits of this world, and all that is beautiful,



We drown in our thoughts



Lost in this labyrinth that is our consciousness,


But i'm certain if we tried,


We could conquer these doubts and lay them to waste



We must never forget,



We can't control anyone but ourselves.


This world is ours (World is ours)


So take my hand and fight again


This world is ours ( World of ours )


So take my hand, we must progress


Why do we so often forget


the most important lessons, that life has taught us?


We get caught up in the moment and forget


that none of this sh*t even matters.


We must learn to live with ourselves.



 

Sense of this

(work in progress)

Feelings cease,

Time lapses slow

In this frozen wasteland I call home,

I drift away while the cold wind blows.

Spending time in hollow skin,

And i guess,

It never made much sense in the end,

I search to find myself again.​
 

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