BOOKWORM by ONE MORE BITE

Should I speak, even if their is rain? [intro] [chorus] It's evident, my words carry elegance. I make magic, cuz music is my medicine. It medicated the real me, sedating the real thing, clouds cry on the dirt, that's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing. [Verse] Lucid dreams are guided by subtle lullabies, penned in harmonies and melodies. Subscribed to my hardback, I lack control of my extremities. memories of souls are blurred above my comprehension. So I write passages above my comprehension. It's hard to reach the end of every sentence. It's penance for me to be hooked on every question. Head in the clouds of my own disillusionment. Did I know? That's where all the confusion went. The nature of uncertainty is what got me nervous, see. Are my dreams a communicational courtesy? I walk in the woods pondering if this is how it really is. I look for meaning, like pages grazing fingertips. This feeling is inexplicable, far from any principle, Whoever wrote me, huffed way too many chemicals. Im walking on earth, That ain't really there. I'm crossing bridges, that are looking pretty bare. Going with the flow doesn't seem really fair I'm suffocated by the woods, the work, and the air. My spine is aching from carrying the patients. Time is wasted I'm losing motivation. What's the point of words, when they won't read the blurb, My feelings are just nouns And I'm addressed as a verb... [pause] [chorus] It's evident, my words carry elegance. I make magic, cuz music is my medicine. It medicated the real me, sedating the real thing, clouds cry on the dirt, that's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing... (la la la la) (la la la la) That's when the worms sing. [end]

Genre

Alternative Hip Hop