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the myth of ken - ink drowned lyrics

[[verse 1]
6:30am loud alarm blarin’ beside the bed
he ain’t even hear it through the kick he cl!cks me down instead
drainin’ through my body this is parasitic recreation
usin’ me to sell his time in prosper of his aspirations
i bleed out every comment seethin’ negativity
only saves the bad, not the good; precious enemy
i see the fear in his eyes with every letter
worried that the sh-t he’s writin’ now isn’t any better
stressin’ over syllables and how he curves the s’s
he drops his prideful act when he messes up the inflections
lettin’ 1 letter go is equivalent to a waterfall
he strikes out entire oceans and drops me in as a martyrdom
the top of the page is littered with tempo marking dialect
adderall skitters graciously int ohis tired chest
i’m ninth of entire innings he’s baby ruth on the ball
but he’s martin scorsese when he flows in an inken scrawl

[hook]
i see the pain flood away as i shake
he ain’t slept in 40 hours but he’s writin’ a wake
he sees the future as a consequence of livin’ the past
so i do my part to help him when he asks

i am the crutch that gets him through the day
he picks me up to lay it down on the page
he grips me tight when he’s losin’ control
i am conduit to let him spring the pain from his soul
i am the crutch that gets him through the day
he picks me up to lay it down on the page
i keep the point when he’s lost in his mind
i am the clip that keeps him piloting the gears in his grind

[verse 2]
he stutters speakin’ the words that he thinks ahead of me
his writin’ is slower than his natural mind will ever be
even when he’s scratchin’ with chickens he irritates the frame
peckin’ at the blue and white invigorating membrane
he spits his blood into the sink every morning
because hes grittin’ his t–th and my cylinder as a warning
if the demons inside of him every break their social contract
he’ll give into every urge he bakes into his mono track
his biggest issue is his vocals never sound right
journaling the struggles with larynx and broken sound bites
he can fight through illness and demons as long as he possesses voice
but how can he fight that which is his only rejoice
god bless mary but nowhere near the pry stag
picked me up at supermarket now i am his reichstag
hands and paper turned into paper cups into price tags
he’s writin’ eiffel towers even though his sights lag
he’s writin’ notes at the interviews with the labels
they look at him like he’s useless but still he continues fables
my reservoir is runnin’ low and i ain’t meant to live long
how can i ensure that he’ll continue once he writes this song

[outro]
you can say that this is human nature
that it’s all in his mind
you can say that this is human nature
that one day he’ll be fine
you can say that this is human nature
but you don’t hear his cries
you can say that this is human nature
but i’m not leavin’ him behind

- the myth of ken lyrics

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