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Rising Tide

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Mc Theu Alvez - Trap Mãe

Life is getting harder
Magnifies the pains and aches
Seems like every month lasts longer
Than the money I'm paid

We're all watching
We're all waiting
For the the storm to break
Everything's so difficult these days

I keep looking for the magic
For the trick that ends the fight
But by the end of every evening
Nothing's ever right

We're all watching
We're all waiting
For the the storm to break
Everything's so difficult these days

At the end of my dark alley
the charred remains of someone's life
Nothing left to claim but ashes
It's not nearly right

Difficult

Never saw that one coming
One day it just arrived
Living now on borrowed time
We left it there for everyone to see
But no one cared to look...

Poets who can't rhyme
Dreamers who can't sleep
Misdemeanors jealous of a felony
Drummers with no beat


Living now in the space between atoms
Never really touching anything
As far as anyone's observed
Time just flows the one way

Poets who can't rhyme
Dreamers who can't sleep
Misdemeanors jealous of a felony
Drummers with no beat

One Way

People will always disappoint you
I will disappoint you
Bad things can happen
that are not new opportunities
Sometimes things just turn out wrong

The train is closer, wider, and faster than you think
Get off the track!

A constant drip wears a hole in a stone
Silent dogs always give me pause
Tongues are loose, but ears never hear
You cannot waken someone
who pretends to be asleep

The train is closer, wider, and faster than you think
Get off the track!

Get Off The Track

It is possible to be kind to anyone
Given enough space
Even the most foolish ones
Can be mitigated by distance

The universe has no obligation 
to be satisfying or comprehensible
You either live til something matters
Or you don;t, and nothing does

The foolhardy and adventurers
Will try almost anything
And do it with a misplaced 
sense of confidence

The universe has no obligation 
to be satisfying or comprehensible
You either live til something matters
Or you don't, and nothing does

No Obligation

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I expect nothing anymore
I'm rarely disappointed
And sometimes even surprised
I take things as they come these days
They're coming whether
I'm ready or not...

I'm not smart enough for so many people
To be dumber than me
But we're all just doing our best

The sky and ocean share the same colors today
There is no horizon to be seen
I already know what I need to do
But it's nice to hear it from someone else

I'm not smart enough for so many people
To be dumber than me
But we're all just doing our best


No Horizon

What scares me most is contemplating the things that scare me
I'm anxious about my anxiety
The personals today seem impersonal to me
Being ignored is a hard burden to bear

Deep breaths that feel half-full
It's hard to drink from an empty cup

We're broke --- and broken

Happiness is beyond my budget
Inheritance is looking more like ashes everyday
A generation afraid to answer the phone
Or a knock at the door

Deep breaths that feel half-full
It's hard to drink from an empty cup

We're broke --- and broken

Empty Cup

Sometimes I'm surprised
At the things I think I remember
I'm certain that some of those things
Never happened at all
Just a product of my evolution
Since that memory was made

Sometimes you just have to limp away
Fold your hand and live to play another day

Words, pointed and sharp
Can soon turn into arrows and swords
Repeating the past
Just like rewind on a movie
Expecting something new to happen
When nothing else has changed

Sometimes you just have to limp away
Fold your hand and live to play another day



Another Day

Nothing's perfect
Things are rarely personal
Nothing is permanent

Where does a thought go
Once it's passed 
through your head?
A silence bruised by friction
Of any moving parts

Never make permanent decisions
Out of temporary emotions

I can do anything
But I can't do everything
Please don't feed this animal inside
Will I be tortured for information
I don't have?

In relationships
I've begun to be certain
I'm the crazy one
At work 
I've been equally certain
To be the lazy one

I can do anything
But I can't do everything
Please don't feed this animal inside
Will I be tortured for information
I don't have?

Get Off The Track

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