Текст песни Alias - The Other Side of the Looking Glass
Alias - The Other Side of the Looking Glass слова песни
Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regularCapture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutesWithin this voice is a being who seeks understandingplanning for a future of prosperityI went from hating everything to enjoying mostand all it took was transferring to another coastI`m a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughtsI brought along a little friend called emotion, he`s everything they`re notI mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blindthen again, I had to figure all this out on my ownI owe this much to myselfThis if for the wealth I`ll never see but I`ll never be aloneI recall never getting this feeling the entire yearand all it took was a stumble and pushing some squaresUnaware of creations held withinI`m crawling through it all to find a place to restBegin the process of scabbing over with no pickingReopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weeklyPass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughtsto convey, to jack open closed enginesComplex perplexing questions repeatedGive a canned response yet againI`d rather roll around in the Paper PatchMonumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatchand come into themselves: a mean case of motion sicknessI`m trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years agowith the slickness of muddy basslinesWhy? When I`ll have no responsibilities to someone else`s causeI wouldn`t mind applause for welding words in a non-existent schemeWhy question anyone else`s actions?Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fitFeelings speak louder than both actions and words combinedTrying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh..Chorus:Here I am, where it ended last timeStarting point ending first just like the frame beforeThe graininess softens the entire sceneprompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door..but...uh...I`m dying to stayStuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelingsThis is closure for the massesI love the smell of musty records and I`m sickened by spring breakanother reason I developed my own educationImagine if everyone could be themselvesToday, I walked against the herd and chuckled`cause I found it quite ironicOh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer`s block. Upbeat requirementThere`s an ounce of "I can`t stand you" that I keep in reserves:break the glass in case of emergencyUrgent message: "You`ve lost the pattern!"I`m not deaf, I`m ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment"Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down!I`m only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jennbut I must admit this feels really goodI can make you cry without laughter instead of just cryingso I`ll continue cradling my penI`ve gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let`s ruin that:"Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin` in effect!It`s off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!"Now that I`ve dumbed it downwill you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack?Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama."This collection of random thoughts was brought to you todayby being sent home early and was also sponsoredby newfound inspiration and eagernessI hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh..Chorus