One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

Nothing

Help Me

The Death of Adam

M.I.L.F. (feat. Bilal)

NO_ONE EVER REALLY DIES. Out now: smarturl.it/NERD

Help Me

N.E.R.D