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amity - emotivate lyrics

verse 1:
the air is stale in my lungs and the blood is still in my veins/
it’s there when making a song because some is spilled on the page/
the chance i’ll make it’s a hundred to one of living on stage/
but it’s fair to say that i’ve come much too far to give it away/
believe me, i need to vent to achieve to relieve this pressure/
my demon repeat offender’s the reason i keep pretending/
this means i’m a weak contender who eagerly seeks surrender/
and even a beat and pen can’t redeem me from these endeavours

(write another song just to numb the pain)

hook:
write another song just to numb the pain/
(you know you want to)
put the words to a beat ’til it goes away/
(it always comes back)
wait for an idea to come to mind/
(it’s getting closer)
make sure the feelings get back in line
(no one’s leaving now)

verse 2:
there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain/
when your passion is both it can send you insane/
at the end of the day, man, it’s never the same/
it’s therapy and anything else that gets in the way/
it’s poetry in motion and i’m oversensitive/
so repetitive, i’m lost in this ocean, abandon ship/
penmanship is k!lling me but i know that i’ll never quit/
even though depression is the only thing i get from it/
i write, rehe+rs+, record, perform, repeat/
‘til i ride a he+rs+ it’s all i ought to be/
i tried to word my thoughts with more to meet/
but i’m tired of searching for a forced belief/
you don’t see the pain, stress or the tears/
or the endless nights spent to perfect what you hear/
the effort expected to exile the fear/
of rejection is met with the end that is near

(write another song just to numb the pain)

verse 3:
hope you know i don’t hold back in a notepad/
i can either fold, match or win no cash/
it’s a fact when you’re old i’ll be taxed with a toll/
in a bag on a cold slab with a toe tag/
i’ve been stagnant, i hit a plateau/
and lost momentum before i’ve even finished it though/
not sure whether to give it up or give it a go/
a racing mind of ideas but no lyrical flow/
you stare when i spit with a pen and a beat/
is that laugh in the distance directed at me?/
everything has me on the edge of my seat/
making me anxious with every step on the street/
i’m coming last, i’m still so far from the top/
it tears me apart but it’s hard to move on/
it’s not a facade, i put my heart in my songs/
home is where the heart is, where the artist belongs

- amity lyrics

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