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asomniatic - my brain ain't mine lyrics

[verse 1]
glance back at the past and p-ss different “me”s
had different dreams, cast in different scenes
wove along the seams are songs in keys, far
from my beliefs but are on the present deep end
secretly seek it, these peaks, why believe in
depressing ravines like caffeine is uniqueness?
selling syllables and rhythm when a cynic’s drilling holes
never filling every mold if i’m living in code
hold those neurotic little “gotta tick from god” fiddles
keeping troubled dreams in some rubble halls of tall fables
sandals still track in psychical sand
panic k!lls tact with icicle hands
got sun-shuttered cuffs, frustrated i entrusted
to any skin i brushed flooded letters from my crushed head
at the tip of olympus, with eyes wide open
hoping for more, every door pried open

[chorus]
no vision in my heart but a vision of myself
precision isn’t art, give it something else
this verse and chorus, it’s undefined
every song is god, and my brain ain’t mine

[verse 2]
a trait to debate with god
say “the fate you create, it’s made pretty flawed”
no response, just a feeling in these palms
the mechanics of that man is a shielding he caused
it’s odd i believe that, he made me be that
every love i’ve ever built, every touch i’ve ever felt
every punch i’ve ever dealt, he would settle that fist
saying “you know you’re much better than this”
i’ma stop tryna pause a process of flaws
at a loss when his laws are caught in my causes
not a facade, but the heart of my nature
creator, maker, i ain’t asked for a favor
prayers for love, cuffed to wealth and labor
cuz ’til i love myself, i’m shelved by failure
wealth is giving more, see, health is still forcing
your body to karate with the hobby you’re divorcing
persephone’s ink, stars sing into the infinite
a symphony of black that lacks any limits set
i’ll be another spec of the something that’s left
why i’m vexed, still perplexed that i’m stressing my breath
here i stand, breaking down patterns of a frown
a fake-to-make mentality matters to a clown
scar tissue issues misusing “miss you”‘s
perception’s lost lesson, so question these miscues

[chorus]
no vision in my heart but a vision of myself
precision isn’t art, give it something else
this verse and chorus, it’s undefined
every song is god, and my brain ain’t mine

- asomniatic lyrics

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