Ramblings of a Lunatic – Bears in Trees

Ramblings of a Lunatic – Bears in Trees

Nghệ sĩ: Bears in Trees

Hợp Âm Chuẩn
DÂY: Standard E
Tone gốc: C | Đổi cung: 0 | Capo:
Điệu: Ballad | | |
Hợp âm bài hát (4):
    
 I'm setting pen to paper again
 Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
 But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
 And content manifest don't feel good enough for them
 So I try and transcend my ego
 But don't we know, it will never work
 Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
 So it becoming food for worms
 Would anyone listen to this
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth
 Wiping dental records clean, is the carcass even me
 Is this catharsis, therapeutic plunge to darkness
 Or elaborating over my mediocrity
 Maybe this is a result of me finally accepting
 That I'll be alone forever, that I deserve forgetting
 It's a pointless endeavour, and maybe it's upsetting
 But I've never felt
 more comfortable in the concept of things ending
 Would anyone listen to this
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic     
    
 Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving
 Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
Falling into darkness below my surface tension
 Emotional suppression, my coping mechanism
 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
 Lungs filling up with fluid, place face under the covers
 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
 I'm trying to distract myself
 from the fears that I've discovered
 Would anyone listen to this
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic