Свежие записи из блогов Remake
Remake, блог «I am the closest thing to God»
Momentary
I’m just interference
Noise and whispers
A shadow оn the light
I’m dust оn the record
Stop a static, a click, a compromise
A discord, a spark, a silhouette
A shady ghost, an echo of what’s left
Help me touch the ground
'Cause all that’s heavy in me
Still won’t weigh me down
Path of least-resistance
Pins and needles
A short-circuit to the ground
Now I’m interruption
Infinite and momentary
A modest distraction
Incomplete and temporary
Help me touch the ground
'Cause all that’s heavy in me
Still won’t weigh me down
Bring me back to the surface
I’m done with this weightlessness
Help me find my way back down
I’m just interference
Moments placed in time
Now I’m interruption
Infinite and momentary
A modest distraction
Incomplete and temporary
Remake, блог «I am the closest thing to God»
(Can't Be) Fixed
It goes beneath what I've done
It's bigger than the helplessness I felt
It comes around without a face
And redefines my subconscious again
I can’t be fixed
I can’t be fixed
I can’t be fixed
Cause I won’t change
Reverse the cause to numb the sense
It’s meaningless if I can’t be ashamed
I latch myself оnto the need
The оnly thing that isolates me now
It goes beneath who I am
And turns into the recklessness I felt
It comes around without a face
And redefines my subconscious for good
Remake, блог «I am the closest thing to God»
Moments
Nobody knows the right road
Maybe you'll find out as you go
Whenever you feel you're alone
Or don't know the way back home
Where do I go?
Another day, another space
Where do I go?
A different time, a different place
With every moment that I waste
I'm missing another precious day
I can feel the weight now, there's no way out
Cause these are the moments that I hate
Can we call this place a home?
When I'm feeling empty and so cold
We drift through the days to get by
Are we running out of time?
Where do I go?
I'm always searching for a sign
Where do I go?
I need a way to make this right
Make it count, time is limited
What was lost can be found
Make it count, nothing's permanent
Everything comes back around
Remake, блог «I am the closest thing to God»
Forgotten
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Remake, блог «I am the closest thing to God»
Chemical
The Devil Wears Prada - Chemical
Waking up to no meaning, I stare at the ceiling
Count the imperfections that surround my being
Can tell how I'm feeling
And it hurts more when you ask
There's a hole in my head and heart
But I'm a long way from the start
There's a hole in my head and heart
But I'm a long way from...
Back when I couldn't move, was frozen
I told myself it's all good
It's оnly chemical
I'm too shy to speak up
Guess I have my reasons for telling little lies
About those around me and what I could be
It's eating me alive
I want to scream, but it won’t help
I’ve created my own hell
And it’s оnly chemical
I find comfort when they say you can't
Sit and count the days until it ends
There's still time
I want to break anything I've ever made
But I've come a long way from...
I've come a long way from...