You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
You know, I used to do everything I could
To make them believe in what I had to say
Lost my younghood hiding the raw truth
I made amends with them, but lost my friends
They said, "you can't just keep two birds
It's better if you keep the safe one with you"
I had to cross a desert and a fucking ocean
Until I could see I wasted away my youth
Until I could see I took the wrong bird with me
Until I saw I killed my yellow to be a blue
I took their words to the literal, I went to a river
And I tried to drown myself 'cause I had no clue
No clue that I could find another way out
No clue that I could be happy in another place
Took some time to see who they really are
But nothing else mattered when I lost my pace
You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
Ten neurons started screaming in my brain
"Your life is only gonna get better in 2030
Once you leave their lives and become a rebel
Once you stop caring about their teeth"
I had to stand up for myself, have the guts
To scream out I needed to think by myself
To scream out I needed to live by myself
To heal my body from thousands of cuts
Dark shadows representing their beliefs
A lonely guy searching something to hold on
Who the hell do you think could win this?
My insecurities? The safeness they never showed?
By 2020, I was living inside my fictional world
By 2021, I stopped listening to the real voices
By 2022, I'll stop leaving home under my orders
Orders to keep feeding failed, fragile dreams
You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
Bring your best flowers to my future funeral
It's gonna be an ode to the old Jack Wolf
An ode to all the things he used to believe in
And, of course, a celebration, 'cause he's gone
Gone again, lost a battle to the mean ones
Lost again, he had no strength in his arms
Weak again, there's only one last picture
Picture this, a fragile body laying in a garden
You must believe too hard in your head
To the point of creating your own reality
You must believe everything is false
Think everything is right in your mind only
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repression.
Poetrythis is a poetry album about repression. Jack Wolf came back from his grave and he's got some triggers in his head.
