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Genre: Orchestral Rap Lyricist: Anthony C. Wray (Wrayven) Producer: Alexander C. Torri (X-14 Productions)
Lyrics:
Verse 1
Another morning waking up from a nightmare again.Can't seem to sleep. Oh when will it end?And when I do memories flood my peace like ravenous sharks in a den.Upon waking up I'm alive in my bed.Yet this time everything feels strangle, but then when doesn't it?As I stand I wipe sweat from my head.Should be use to this writing of the pen.Nameless voices come alive, repetitious from my sins.They visit me in dreams like I'm meant to suffer hand-in-handas we walk this broken road seeking an amends.And for what?Am I suppose to kneel down and repent?
Been there, done that, still demons attack with no regret.
As if I can stand after every hit sent and return to my feet like punch puppet, but my mind is a pit where no escape exists. No need to knock it's unlocked...come on in. Chorus (2x) Water's rushing in and I fear this is it. With no where to turn we are lost in a mist. So many chances to prevent if we'd only commit, but all we did was look away. Are we the sick? And not the homeless who are bullied and kicked on a daily basis as if they don't exist. Sorry, I refuse to let it be so I didn't come all this way just to lose a home. Verse 2 Careful where you step, it's a minefield in here. No telling what will happen as you look in the mirror. Maybe see a glimpse of my life for 33 years, or the book of sins we hold so near and dear. Afraid we'll be judged by others over a beer. Let alone who holds the gauntlet deciding the fateful steer I cower to no man for it's God I hear. I keep him so very near, yet he's the only one I fear? I'm pounding on the globe cause I'm the maker of my sphere. The only driver of my life, so I'll let him veer me where I must go no matter the premier. I'll back him rather it's butterflies or severe. However, there was a time it wasn't always like this, for a hot minute I crept alone in the shadowed abyss. Until my soul returned to cerebral hemisphere It'll be awhile for my return, so take a souvenir. Chorus (2x) Water's rushing in and I fear this is it. With no where to turn we are lost in a mist. So many chances to prevent if we'd only commit, but all we did was look away. Are we the sick? And not the homeless who are bullied and kicked on a daily basis as if they don't exist. Sorry, I refuse to let it be so I didn't come all this way just to lose a home. Verse 3 Quick question, can you riddle me this or that? How long must I beckon? That's the rules of the stack. And for those that know what I mean, then congrats. You only get so many cards in the deck before the last lessons hacked. Racked upon the shoulders of men who are chosen to lead the pack, but then have no clue for they're a megalomaniac. I finally find myself piecing together the past deciding for myself what's the right path. Mythology helped me learn truth in the vast assortment of various platonic religious acts. And upon my conclusion I learn that concealment is a possible choice from the top wiseass, yet they have never stepped foot out on a war tarmac. As I exit into the hall I see a metal hatch. Confused I open and a giant wave comes rushing in as those on the deck flee when it hits the aft. Chorus (2x) Water's rushing in and I fear this is it. With no where to turn we are lost in a mist. So many chances to prevent if we'd only commit, but all we did was look away. Are we the sick? And not the homeless who are bullied and kicked on a daily basis as if they don't exist. Sorry, I refuse to let it be so I didn't come all this way just to lose a home.
Artist Website: http://www.anthonycwray.net