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Got a new mic today and it inspired me to write a new song. Nothing special. Kind of a demo, I guess.
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Lyrics
the simple sound of a red heart beating
the silent smell of an afternoon
the evolution of a bleak November
the inquisition of another June.
i thought the television was an option
i thought the weather man was peddling news
turns out that neither are for pure instruction
sometimes a mirror gets the best of you.
I saw you imitating my impressions
i hid the evidence inside my shoes
the repetition of one burning question...
can you consume what is consuming you?
i splatter windex on my own reflection
and try to wipe away the social cues
each of these freckles is for you inspection
sometimes the mirror gets the best of you.
the silent smell of an afternoon
the evolution of a bleak November
the inquisition of another June.
i thought the television was an option
i thought the weather man was peddling news
turns out that neither are for pure instruction
sometimes a mirror gets the best of you.
I saw you imitating my impressions
i hid the evidence inside my shoes
the repetition of one burning question...
can you consume what is consuming you?
i splatter windex on my own reflection
and try to wipe away the social cues
each of these freckles is for you inspection
sometimes the mirror gets the best of you.
JunkyardCutiepie
I rapped my way through the words before I played. Great experience.
THanks!