Good music speaks volumes… rather than impose analysis, step back and expose linguistic artistry… why critique that which has achieved perfection at its own masterful conception… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking
I’m scared of dying and not trying, scared of getting old.
I’m scared of telling lies ’cause karma comes and eats me whole.
I’m scared to think about the devil ’cause he takes my soul.
I’m scared of parties, scared of nightmares, scared I’ll lose control.
I don’t like druggies, don’t like bad men, don’t like bitchy girls.
Don’t think it’s healthy holding grudges that won’t save the world.
I don’t like nasty words, they hurt me like you never know.
But don’t think I won’t put on a smiley face and do the show.
I hate those bad boyfriends wear some beautiful disguises.
I hate it when your order comes and they’ve messed up all your sizes.
Hate that I’m always late, hate that I’m messy too.
I hate that I have got it in me to start feeling blue.
I’m scared to wake up one day and find that my bubble’s burst.
I’m scared that someone else has got the new collection first.
I’m scared of seeing ghosts;
I’m scared of the unknown.
I’m scared to be some two-faced person’s little stepping stone.
I don’t like the people that leave comments on the Internet.
They preach they’re perfect while they’re killing you with intellect.
I don’t like that you won’t let me speak controversially,
because you think that it won’t sit well universally.
I hope that one day we stop striving for perfection;
I hope that everybody loves my new direction.
I hope we no more need the adverts that are supposed to help kids getting hurt.
Watch This Space:
I hope that one day we get the answers.