Werd Brain Audio Waves Lyrics
Brain & Audio Waves by Werd
If we didn't have emotion, then I'd be glad,
If 'glad' can be felt without emotion to have.
I'm always feeling sad or snap and go raj,
I'd be a better person if it's left in the past.
If I was made of stone then the stones they throw,
Would just bounce off me and they'd make no holes.
In my glass home, in-which I feel alone,
Is where I make music, in hope that I grow,
But, it's not as easy as that,
And I feel my emotions are a balancing act
Tiresome chat, falling back, just telling the facts,
Misinterpreted, hated, for faking this part,
Try to make you happy, but causing you pain
Try and stay out your way, but it's doing the same
Try as I might, the mic to this day,
Has been an outlet, a catalyst for change
Check (SOS),
I'm an emotional guy, my emotions run high,
I get stressed, get vexed, and I shout to the sky,
I get pissed, get stoned, else I'd probably cry,
Cause I don't know what to do with this time before I die,
I, need positive thinking,
And people round me to be supportive by listening,
I don't need money, fame or superstition,
I don't need worries and name-calling persistent,
Wishing on a star, no replay,
It's light-years away, so it's already died,
But I won't inside, I will find pride,
I will find a reason to believe in the rise,
Of people, us, without the control,
Without being persuaded that I'm always below,
I will stand up, my story needs told,
But this is chapter one, there's a lot to go
Rising from horizon, new sun with no disguise,
One turned from the angry and burn he held inside,
He yearned to be heard deserved a little pride,
But focused on the negative so got it in reply,
I was that son that fell but no demise,
Clipped my own wings to aim for better skies,
Reborn in joint ashes and empty drink glasses,
And as it all passes, now I'm ready to fly (high),
Not aiming for a star, a see the shooting ones,
Rather hear it in their bars,
Claiming what they are, say it then believe it,
Becomes a part of them now it's taken all their freedom,
Trapped in brain cells or physical jails,
Buying physical things in a virtual hell,
No Call of Duty, kids will shoot you,
With guns government's sells,
And sheep-le join the army, thinking it helps
And I'm not blaming X-Box,
But those games got a rating,
Not trying to preach, I'm not your parent,
But when you play PlayStation,
Remember it's not training,
GTA, COD, what's your children playing?
Just saying
If 'glad' can be felt without emotion to have.
I'm always feeling sad or snap and go raj,
I'd be a better person if it's left in the past.
If I was made of stone then the stones they throw,
Would just bounce off me and they'd make no holes.
In my glass home, in-which I feel alone,
Is where I make music, in hope that I grow,
But, it's not as easy as that,
And I feel my emotions are a balancing act
Tiresome chat, falling back, just telling the facts,
Misinterpreted, hated, for faking this part,
Try to make you happy, but causing you pain
Try and stay out your way, but it's doing the same
Try as I might, the mic to this day,
Has been an outlet, a catalyst for change
Check (SOS),
I'm an emotional guy, my emotions run high,
I get stressed, get vexed, and I shout to the sky,
I get pissed, get stoned, else I'd probably cry,
Cause I don't know what to do with this time before I die,
I, need positive thinking,
And people round me to be supportive by listening,
I don't need money, fame or superstition,
I don't need worries and name-calling persistent,
Wishing on a star, no replay,
It's light-years away, so it's already died,
But I won't inside, I will find pride,
I will find a reason to believe in the rise,
Of people, us, without the control,
Without being persuaded that I'm always below,
I will stand up, my story needs told,
But this is chapter one, there's a lot to go
Rising from horizon, new sun with no disguise,
One turned from the angry and burn he held inside,
He yearned to be heard deserved a little pride,
But focused on the negative so got it in reply,
I was that son that fell but no demise,
Clipped my own wings to aim for better skies,
Reborn in joint ashes and empty drink glasses,
And as it all passes, now I'm ready to fly (high),
Not aiming for a star, a see the shooting ones,
Rather hear it in their bars,
Claiming what they are, say it then believe it,
Becomes a part of them now it's taken all their freedom,
Trapped in brain cells or physical jails,
Buying physical things in a virtual hell,
No Call of Duty, kids will shoot you,
With guns government's sells,
And sheep-le join the army, thinking it helps
And I'm not blaming X-Box,
But those games got a rating,
Not trying to preach, I'm not your parent,
But when you play PlayStation,
Remember it's not training,
GTA, COD, what's your children playing?
Just saying