lyrics
I'll never be what you want.
Never look good in black and white.
Always in full color.
Always looking for the fight.
Free from want is what I want,
to wake and not feel the hunt.
Time keeps me in its tight grips,
pushing and pulling as it sees fit.
I don't want to live like this,
I just want to live my life.
You can pretend its alright,
wallowing in fake bliss.
I look around at all the pain,
and I smell the fucking piss.
They are still out on the street
where existence is pain.
Never look good in black and white.
Always in full color.
Always looking for the fight.
Free from want is what I want,
to wake and not feel the hunt.
Time keeps me in its tight grips,
pushing and pulling as it sees fit.
I don't want to live like this,
I just want to live my life.
You can pretend its alright,
wallowing in fake bliss.
I look around at all the pain,
and I smell the fucking piss.
They are still out on the street
where existence is pain.
credits
from Harto,
released November 7, 2016
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