it’s the weight of all thoughts
you don’t need
the right and the wrong
feed the head in lines
in the wake of night
it’s the taste of all the words
you don’t mean
you can’t just hold it back
gotta let it out
cause i’m torn by the congregation
what’s inside is to compromise
but got me things to do
so fill these hands with all your diamonds
i’m in need for your validation
that i swallow as much as I can
it’s a blind try
for a tired mind
it’s to pick sides
getting ripped apart
and about to lose
my truth
my youth
got things to do
it’s the taste of all the words
you don’t mean
for a one more time
it’s the weight of thoughts
you try to hide
put the blame on our human nature
it’s the phone it’s a daily riot
or maybe someone like you
missing out is the worst of nightmares
i’m in need for your validation
tried many different places
but it’s all the same
never thought that silence
could be so violent