Belako - New Light States
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In the middle of the desert
Like a group of bats
They’ve been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that
I lost track of how many times we fight over and over over the same old rag, we can’t come back
Can’t make it back to live like that, as if none of this ever made us bleed, roll up your sleeves
Clearly they’re not following
Clearly the system isn’t up to speed
Updates, new light slates, who could figure it won’t necessarily mean
Lеss stress
It most definitely don’t mеan success
Emptiness of external approval Can’t fill it up if you don’t let me be
I don’t let me feel whatever keeps me away from the portrait i made of myself
I depend on validation but I feel it nevertheless
Seeking for a nomad living
What was left behind
In a devastated picture, lesson on their backs
Sun is way too high
Inevitably, sublimating my emotions in the making
I do, I do, I never stop doing
All the words and actions spilling out
I talk in a torrent throwing up whichever comes to mind
It was always easy for me so I don’t take any credit, I don’t acknowledge the merit
In the middle of the desert
Like a group of bats
They’ve been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that
I create or copy nice... but I never circulate the feeling
The driving force, staring without judgement
At those terrifying chapters
Scary but tracky a trail to follow on the person I’ve become
Holy identity full of holes
Holey identity full of hope
To be complete by liquid substance gaseous matter
Flee the concrete flee our own mess, goes without saying
Like a group of bats
They’ve been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that
I lost track of how many times we fight over and over over the same old rag, we can’t come back
Can’t make it back to live like that, as if none of this ever made us bleed, roll up your sleeves
Clearly they’re not following
Clearly the system isn’t up to speed
Updates, new light slates, who could figure it won’t necessarily mean
Lеss stress
It most definitely don’t mеan success
Emptiness of external approval Can’t fill it up if you don’t let me be
I don’t let me feel whatever keeps me away from the portrait i made of myself
I depend on validation but I feel it nevertheless
Seeking for a nomad living
What was left behind
In a devastated picture, lesson on their backs
Sun is way too high
Inevitably, sublimating my emotions in the making
I do, I do, I never stop doing
All the words and actions spilling out
I talk in a torrent throwing up whichever comes to mind
It was always easy for me so I don’t take any credit, I don’t acknowledge the merit
In the middle of the desert
Like a group of bats
They’ve been looking for a class to give a place to crash
Wandering around like that
I create or copy nice... but I never circulate the feeling
The driving force, staring without judgement
At those terrifying chapters
Scary but tracky a trail to follow on the person I’ve become
Holy identity full of holes
Holey identity full of hope
To be complete by liquid substance gaseous matter
Flee the concrete flee our own mess, goes without saying
