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"Disappear" by Palma Louca
Palma Louca: www.facebook.com/PalmaLoucaMusic
Lyrics:
Thrones, were always made for the chosen,
The kid was born to be golden, now, his heart's made of stone.
Homes, were never made to be broken,
It's not the life he was hoping for, he's never felt so alone.
And he's building a wall now, of insecurities, he's not the sweet kid that he used to be, he doesn't care anymore.
And he's taking it all now, it helps him with his poetry, spending his days in a woken sleep, he paints his words on the floor.
When it feels likes, there's no meaning, he takes a second to remind himself that he's still got you.
It's a steel spike, then it feels like, it's all going to disappear.
There's nothing left that he owns,
His pockets are empty, he used to think he'd be wealthy now, but he couldn't have known.
That'd he'd taken it all, now,
He needs it more than food to eat, he needs it every night so he can sleep, he makes his bed on the floor.
When it feels likes, there's no meaning, he takes a second to remind himself that he's still got you.
It's a steel spike, then it feels like, it's all going to disappear.
If it don't make a dollar then it don't make sense,
Live by the mantra 'til you've got no friends,
Live by the mantra 'til you're almost dead,
Live by the mantra 'til it all turns red.
And it seems like he's trying not to lose his mind, now, it feels like he's dying, he just needs a sign in here.
If it don't take you higher then it don't make sense,
Live by the mantra 'til you've got no friends,
Live by the mantra 'til you're almost dead,
Live by the mantra 'til it all turns red.
Now he's feeling so tired that he lying down and he needs peace and quiet so don't make a sound in here.
- Genre
- Alternative Rock