A heavy song regarding the way of the world. Enjoy. 

Lyrics:

WRITING’S LIKE THERAPY
‘CAUSE I’M WRITIN’ THOUGHTS
I’M SCARED TO SEE
IT APPEARS TO BE
I’M SCARED OF ME
NOT WHO I AM, BUT WHO I’LL BE
IT’S FUNNY HOW
IN THE LAND OF FREE

FREEDOM OF SPEECH
LEADS TO CANCELLING
EMBARRASSING
GO FIND AN E.R. FOR THE END

LEAVING THESE CLOWNS TO LEAD

IF THAT’S THE CASE, 
I’M FLEEING THE SCENE
BLOOD ON MY HANDS 
I DON’T CARE TO CLEAN
TAKE WHAT I GOT

I CONCEDE
BUT I GOT MY MIND
AND GOT MY DREAMS
ALL I GOT IS TIME
ALL YOU WATCH IS MEMES
YOU GOTTA WATCH FOR TIME
I GOTTA WATCH FOR SCHEMES
YOU STAND IN LINE
TO GET A SEAT

YOU CAN’T SIT STILL
I “STILL” SUCCEED
THOUGHTS PROCESSING
IS ALL I NEED

“JUST BE STILL” 
IS ALL I PREACH
GOSSIPING
IS ALL I SEE
YOU’RE DEAD, BUT ALIVE
SO RIP

COMEDY, 

DRAMA, BEEF
WHY CAN’T WE ALL
JUST BE AT PEACE? 

CHOOSE YOUR TABLE

CHOOSE YOUR SEAT
AS LONG AS I GOT ME
I’M NOT ALONE YOU SEE
BUT LONELY FOLKS LOOK AT ME
LIKE I’M LONELY?
 
HOW CAN I HELP
ONLY HELPING ME? 
WHEN MY THOUGHTS JUST RACE
THEN I TURN THE PAGE
IT’S LIKE MY WORDS ARE DISPOSED DOWN A MENTAL DRAIN
THEN YOU ASK WHY I’M NOT ANSWERING?
DON’T THINK IT’S - ‘I DON’T - CARE TO SEE… YOU.’

SEEK TRUTH IS ALL I KNOW TO DO.
IF YOU’RE THE TRUTH THEN I’D BE SEEKING YOU.

IF YOU THINK I’M HERE TO ENTERTAIN
THEN PLEASE STOP RIDIN’ MY WAVE
YOU AND I ARE NOT THE SAME
YOU DISCREDIT WHAT I MAINTAIN
I’M A LIGHTHOUSE GUARDIN’ MY GATES.
YOU’RE LIVIN’ IN FEAR 
I’M LIVIN’ IN FAITH
THE END IS NEAR 
SO IT’S DAY TO DAY
GOOD INTENTIONS LEAD TO AN EVIL PLACE
I’VE FOUND MYSELF, BUT WENT INSANE.

MOST Y’ALL JUST LACKING THE CHARACTER

YOU CAN’T FIND YOURSELF IN A MARRIAGE

THIS IS REAL LIFE NOT A FAIRY TALE

THINKIN’ IT IS WILL JUST DAMAGE YA.
SOMEHOW FIND STRENGTH IN YOURSELF
TO KNOW YOUR ROLL AND PLAY IT WELL
WHEREVER YOU ARE, JUST BE THERE

EVEN IF YOU ARE ALONE
DON’T BUILD UP A HOME
BUILD UP YOURSELF
‘CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE LIVING IN HELL

THIS IS… THE LAST SUMMER
TO BE FREE AND DO SOMETHING
JUST PICK THE LESSER 
OF TWO SUFFERINGS.

DON’T GIVE IN-TO CULTURE

SIMPLY, TRICKS BY VULTURES
SCORCHIN’ HEAT, IT’S TORTURE

WAKES WILL EAT ALL SORTS OF
PEOPLE WHO CONFORM TA
CORPORATE
FEASTIN’ ON SOME CORPSES

YALL’RE SICK AND WORTHLESS.

CON-STANT-LY ABSORBED IN’
DISTRACT-IONS 
AND INTER-ACTIONS THAT 
ALL OF Y’ALL ARE FORCIN’

BLAMIN’ THE NEW NORMS AND

THINKIN’ THIS IS NORMAL

WHEN IT’S JUST ANNOYING.

Y’ALL A BUNCH OF CORPSES
LIVIN’ SO FORMAL
EXCEPT Y’ALL ON THE SURFACE
STILL WITHOUT SUBSTANCE

Written by Nolan Eli
Produced by adot 
Mixed, Mastered, and Engineered by Nolan Eli

The Last Summer

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