Motionless

Verse:
I’m thinking of leaving, foreseeing the next call
Will end up in screaming, I hang up the phone as I start believing
That I’m dreaming she couldn’t be real, looks like an angel, feels like a demon
Yet I don’t know whether to believe what I’m feeling
What I’m seeing is one of the most astonishing beings provoking emotion
Deceiving the meaning of life the reason to fight in search of freedom
Yet I don’t feel free, I can’t control my breathing
My hearts empty, I’m internally bleeding
Eternally grieving, fall to the mercy of furious speaking, looking for workers
But we’re human beings exceeding the clarity question of reason
I’ve been trying the healing, I don’t find it relieving
The scratch at the back of my neck is a pain in my head and it’s only increasing
There’s one or two things to do, I could declare myself beaten
Or stick with my fantasy version of you as I hopefully keep on achieving
But the battles I’m facing are making me able to cope with the treason
Killing the middle men only to bring them into an abyss of the memories we win

I see the blood dripping
I see the blood dripping down your face
I wish there was something that I could do
I wish there was something that I could say
‘Cause I see the blood dripping
Down your face

Beautiful isn’t she?
Or so it would seem
Making you feel the divinity
Or at least she could be
So many attempting to take the control of her
When she just wants to be set free
So many men becoming enemies
Over what could have been giving them empathy
But they all got plenty
Probably more than you and I will ever know
But their thoughts are empty
Looking for the things in people that come and go
An open mind
Can be a remedy whenever it comes to an overload
But they keep on thinking that
We can solve any problem just by sending another boat 
From the get-go, heck don’t get broke
Let those tectonic plates echo
In the middle of a meadow, earthquake
Oh oh, fuck it just make another ghetto
But I can hear the kettle screaming
The water be boiling, there’s damp on my ceiling
It’s getting worse, it’s like a curse
Don’t have anything to believe in

Lately I’ve been thinking whether I should have let go
A long time ago, back when I was broke
People keep telling me you looking better, B
Giving me respect like never before
I’m sick of this tendency, superficial friends
Will fuck off as soon as they enter the door
Looking for these women digging for the gold
Hanging with your homie, dealing all the blow
But I’m beginning to be in a bit of a
Particular type of situation thinking as I go
Overanalyze everything I’m told
See me in disguise, tell me what you know
Hold up, I just wanna be able to know ya
I just wanna be able to bring an opinion
Pull it back a millennium
Never think of a million in a coma

We ended up paying for whatever they used
They said we could become whatever we wanted to
But there’s no truth in a broke suit, so
Keep having your fun but just know that I’m on to you
On your tip-toes
Reaching for the blue sky
Sweet and sour
Never ask the question why...
Every time a siren passes by me
I get paranoia like when some people high
I can’t help imagine what could happen
What if it was me they were coming for this time?

Open to the world, motionless
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified
I said I needed more, just like I did before
But you seem to ignore all of this
Open to the world, motionless
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified
I said I needed more, just like I did before
But you seem to ignore all of this