Testo di 'Micheal' di Sadistik

Brands of teeth on the skin
The biggest trick the devil ever played was to take my friend
I have your face engraved on my flesh
So I can try to make up with that day that I will not forget

In Minnesota I flew so we could record
Me and Kristoff Krane should go on tour
No one answered, we were knocking on your door
And when they held his body, I was looking
At his shoes on the floor

Still, the answers never come
Your funeral was beautiful, captured what you loved
I sat in a stupor, fractured by the hugs
That I gave to his relatives, getting sadder for months

But I will not live inside the ends
And that's not what you'd like, you'd tell me to find connections
To the world and to tell my confessions
The hell I invest is a part of something bigger

Words you would write, they would sculpt in the center
Right on target until they start to fill my heart with the letters
Shadows have shadows and are darker than remembered
When this story has an end to the part
I had together with my friend

Absence makes the heart grow fonder of time before absence
And the nights spent trying to imagine
When you played I was blinded by the magic you displayed
I tried to reencry in a way

I need the dark today to see the stars decay
Because if I can fall asleep, then I can dream that we're awake
Another shot of Jameson and PBR to chase
Another conversation in a decadent bar to play, right?

Man, this side of me is the worst
When I'm afraid that all I'm going to let is a dirt dynasty
But you believed me and I believed your words
So, in turn, I believed in things when I needed the courage

To move on, so on
When I'm waving a lot with the songs you wrote
I want to honor all the art and progress you've shown
I miss my confidant and honest conversations
Distributed on the phone

With you Mike - I wish I could hold you again
It's getting harder to fake and I can not undo what has been
Thank you for being someone I could come to, a friend
I hope to make you proud
I love you, the end

Is not a person just a collection
Of your mistakes and also the kind of undo your mistakes?
I mean, what else are you?
You know, you're always
You're always just the reaction
To the bad parts of yourself, I guess
And I think that's the kind of driving motivation
Behind any human being who is
Who wants to continue to grow and live life
Because they are looking at your failures
And trying to go beyond that
And I think a person, you know
Essentially dies when he thinks he's met, you know?
Unless you want to admit that you, yourself
Are not an individual, and are just part of a whole
Movement of ideas, thought, culture, humanity
And moreover, the universe and everything
Unless you really feel like this
And you're walking the walls, you know
You're always trying to find yourself
And it is usually a person who believes
To have found the answer
Found the end
That there really is a psychological end
So what's the point of doing something after that?