Horrorshow - Dead Star Shine | Текст песни

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• Horrorshow
• Dead Star Shine

Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars

My only guide through the cover of darkness

Lying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke

Was when I found a brief moment of catharsis

A path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed

I hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow

Live by the sword, but the pen's mightier

I wonder if I'll die tryna live by that motto

My dad let me in on one of life's little secrets

A thing's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness

In the very realisation of our achievements

Self-destruction on the path to completeness

I be the son of two teachers who each told me

When I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps

Said I should dream bigger cos they wished they coulda

And that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get

Well I'm sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up

Cos I'm starting to think maybe I am one

I stand up in front of these people, class is in session

Pay attention, requesting they put their hands up

I ask the questions but you have the answers

Yours is the voice that makes the anthem

I know it seems like nothing's going to plan, but

Do you really think that this is random?



There I am looking up at the night

Getting lost in the stars

See how they burn so bright

But they seem so far

So many light years away they could die

And you wouldn't know, still putting on a show

I don't know if it's a beautiful sight

Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine

Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine

Shine, shine, dead star shine

Shine, shine, dead star shine

In a minute you can get passed by

You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine

Shine, shine, dead star shine

Shine, shine, dead star shine

In a minute you can get passed by



So now I'm getting by with s little bit of kindness from strangers

Under skyscraper lights I wander aimless

Making arrangements, to wake your neighbours

Tryna keep a straight face when they tell me I'm famous

Nah, my head in a mess of mixed messages

In the same breath I'm your hero or your nemesis

Soothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments

The object of your affections, even your therapist

Cos therapy is what this music is, a best friend to a moody kid

Got me sitting on a black couch in a padded room

Singing the blues in these tunes

No wonder I'm starting to think I'm fucking losing it

Sunday night revelations, misguided attempts at a medical meditation

Dunno if it's hell, nothing or heaven waiting

In the meantime I'mma have me a celebration

I walked the city streets til my feet hurt from calluses

Returned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis

At the end of the search was the catalyst

Took it back to the lab for further analysis

Heard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by

Maybe my eye caught a flicker in the nights sky

Price of admission to the greatest heights

And everybody got their own way to shine bright right?