Waking Android - Frostbit

On the microphone it's Kronus, words form
And swarm like locust feeding on corn, I'm Dragon born
Imperial solider, I troop threw the storm
While laying more tracks than a prisoner of war
I Run for days on little to no sleep
Nightmares torment me like I live on elm street
This is Helms Deep, Dark clouds fill the sky
The worst nights drag, while the best fly
Head dripping down the back of my neck like candle wax
Can't handle the truth, like intangible facts
I lay in a bed of regret that I made
Dug my own grave, used my hand as a spade
There's a taste of toxic waste on my tongue
Fallout in my mind, as I forget where I'm from
Grip slips off reality when I start rapping
Lose touch with my own species like I'm Dr. Manhattan

Steppin out the mushroom cloud with an afterglow
Pad packed with graphic poems, still pedantic though
Its acapella alchemy get high of the fumes
As we blast hell spawn like Doom and clear the room
I might've laid dormant but I tried to forewarn em
I'd need absence atonement, this is tonic for the torment
Face the blank page, tunneling through punishment
I rummage amongst empties in this life fulla guzzling
Stallin at the junction still figuring my function
Trynna juggle all the somethings plus match the percussion
While I'm snow blind with my perception impaired
But forever 20/20 with my sights on a snare
We craft tracks in a house share where daily affairs
Is getting strange stairs, dodgin train fares as the beat blares
I'm ensnared, imprisoned in the writtens
Til the last star departs from my field of vision

My Feet are frost bit, Paths I walked are cold
Far from home I rome alone with my thoughts and my soul
My head and my heart often drift apart
Just to reunite in music and reunite in art

I Been trying to pour my heart out into these songs
Bare my soul and hope I feel like I'm writing my wrongs
Cause lately the rope I'm pulling on is burning my palms
And none of my friends notice that there's anything wrong
See me acting a clown, Comedian joking around
Juggle my problems till I'm dizzy And I need to sit down
Drown my sorrows, search the bottom of the bottle when it's empty
Only thing I see's a vague reflection of me
Just me drifting slowly between the dust and debris
Thoughts heavy enough to sink in the dead sea
I'm dead weight at times, sometimes struggle to stand
These aging hands building castles in the sky out of sand
Just for the tide to come in like a roaring hurricane
Caught up in an up storm of self conflict and I'm scared again
Lost and nauseous, I carry my crosses
Threw chaos, cautious like a kid in a mosh pit

My feet are frost bit, paths I've walked are cold
Far from home I roam alone with my thoughts and my soul
My head and my heart often drift apart
Just to reunite in music and reunite in art

Written by:
David Gilmore, Kane Couchman

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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