Sometimes Songtext
von Akala
Sometimes Songtext
When I feel like fuck it, I′ve had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
It′s easy to let the world get you down, look around
It seems that every town's of a mind that's so profound
The have, the have nots, lives we admire
Rags to rags lot that never climb higher
On the ladder of life, the ladder of success
The ladder of fuckin′ over other people the best
It′s a game of chess where the pawns get sacrificed
They got limited movement and they're on the front line
Yeah, the game′s rigged from the start, this we know in our heart
Yet we pick up the dice and play a part
But would it be better to act like a spoilt little brat?
Kick over the whole game with no shame
I ain't playin′ if I can't win, prayin′ if I can't sin
What is a wife sayin' to a dark king?
Not much, power′s fucked
I know it runs the world, sometimes it′s too much
Like fuck it, I've had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can′t take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I′ve had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
In the end I′m like shut up you coward, just suck it all up
I can't sleep, my mind's runnin′
On a path of its own and I ain′t sure that I'm even comin′
All night I've been tryin′ to get a wink
The sun comes up now and I ain't had a blink
I think too bloody much
All the voices go around in my mind and I can′t shut 'em up
They say ignorance is bliss, I ain't sayin′ it is
On those nights when I can′t shut off I get pissed
For me, this is most nights of the week
If we look at the world then how could we sleep?
You see, in my deeper moments I can only keep the onus
On what is wrong with the world and we can't even solve it
Like we ain′t evolved with any deeper motive
Than to focus on our own little selves, the rest can go to hell
How do I know it so well? It's me
Especially at those times I wanna flee from reality
Like fuck it, I′ve had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I′ve had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
In the end I′m like shut up you coward, just suck it all up
The road to depression I′m guessin'
Is oiled by a choked expression, and of course naked oppression
The lessons we′re supposed to learn, is not possible
'Cause you are not a fool, and the teacher′s horrible
So what choice left is there for sensitive souls?
Fight the power, or let it swallow us whole?
It is easily done, look what we've become
If we could I′m sure we'd find a way to put out the sun
Sometimes when I feel like collapsin'
Or givin′ in to the times that I′m trapped in
I contemplate all the others overcomin' their fears
Fightin′ battles far harder so that I could be here
Then I feel like the silly little boy that I am
Count my blessings in the moment and get back to the plan
Inspiration is the strangest thing
How it travels one spirit to another, transforms how we think
I know spirit is a dirty word
In this world obsessed with what we have and what do we earn
But it's the only way to explain the voices inside of you
Only satisfied when you do what inspires you
It′s the reason, when we feel we've had enough
Always in the end, we manage to get back up
Like fuck it, I′ve had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can′t take no more
Life is hard, life is beautiful
Life is strange and life is unusual
If life′s a stage then who wrote the musical?
Who wrote the musical?
Life is hard, life is beautiful
Life is strange and life is unusual
If life's a stage then who wrote the musical?
Who wrote the musical?
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
It′s easy to let the world get you down, look around
It seems that every town's of a mind that's so profound
The have, the have nots, lives we admire
Rags to rags lot that never climb higher
On the ladder of life, the ladder of success
The ladder of fuckin′ over other people the best
It′s a game of chess where the pawns get sacrificed
They got limited movement and they're on the front line
Yeah, the game′s rigged from the start, this we know in our heart
Yet we pick up the dice and play a part
But would it be better to act like a spoilt little brat?
Kick over the whole game with no shame
I ain't playin′ if I can't win, prayin′ if I can't sin
What is a wife sayin' to a dark king?
Not much, power′s fucked
I know it runs the world, sometimes it′s too much
Like fuck it, I've had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can′t take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I′ve had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
In the end I′m like shut up you coward, just suck it all up
I can't sleep, my mind's runnin′
On a path of its own and I ain′t sure that I'm even comin′
All night I've been tryin′ to get a wink
The sun comes up now and I ain't had a blink
I think too bloody much
All the voices go around in my mind and I can′t shut 'em up
They say ignorance is bliss, I ain't sayin′ it is
On those nights when I can′t shut off I get pissed
For me, this is most nights of the week
If we look at the world then how could we sleep?
You see, in my deeper moments I can only keep the onus
On what is wrong with the world and we can't even solve it
Like we ain′t evolved with any deeper motive
Than to focus on our own little selves, the rest can go to hell
How do I know it so well? It's me
Especially at those times I wanna flee from reality
Like fuck it, I′ve had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I′ve had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
In the end I′m like shut up you coward, just suck it all up
The road to depression I′m guessin'
Is oiled by a choked expression, and of course naked oppression
The lessons we′re supposed to learn, is not possible
'Cause you are not a fool, and the teacher′s horrible
So what choice left is there for sensitive souls?
Fight the power, or let it swallow us whole?
It is easily done, look what we've become
If we could I′m sure we'd find a way to put out the sun
Sometimes when I feel like collapsin'
Or givin′ in to the times that I′m trapped in
I contemplate all the others overcomin' their fears
Fightin′ battles far harder so that I could be here
Then I feel like the silly little boy that I am
Count my blessings in the moment and get back to the plan
Inspiration is the strangest thing
How it travels one spirit to another, transforms how we think
I know spirit is a dirty word
In this world obsessed with what we have and what do we earn
But it's the only way to explain the voices inside of you
Only satisfied when you do what inspires you
It′s the reason, when we feel we've had enough
Always in the end, we manage to get back up
Like fuck it, I′ve had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can't take no more
When I feel like fuck it, I've had enough
Might as well bury my head in the sand
And run from the world, no music or politics
I am done with all of it, I just can′t take no more
Life is hard, life is beautiful
Life is strange and life is unusual
If life′s a stage then who wrote the musical?
Who wrote the musical?
Life is hard, life is beautiful
Life is strange and life is unusual
If life's a stage then who wrote the musical?
Who wrote the musical?
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Christopher Daley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

