I feel the aching
The second I awaken
Only in my sleep can I find
Something to escape in
Cadaver looking back, from the crack
In the mirror
Rubbing out my eyes so I can try to
See it clearer
I feel the aching
I know that I'm forsaken
Trying to shake the remnants of the part of me it's breaking
Craving something new just to
Get through another day
Doesn't matter what I do, I never knew another way
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
Repetition, the source of the condition
The only way to change is to go digging through cognition
Not in the composition to release or retract
Trying to see within but only ever seeing black
Falling through the bottom
Cause I never hit the top
In a mind that's always running
Never static, never stops
Looking out from my perspective
Always trying to take it in
It's supposed to be objective
Seems I'm never gonna win
Smoking weed just won't do it anymore
But it silences the need to keep scratching at the floor
I've been tryna break through to the other side
Somewhere I can sanctify
Seems I'll only get there when I die,
What's that signify?
Doing what I can just to forget
That I got so close, to succumbing to the threats
Yet I'm still here, and its the best I'll ever get
Endlessly pursuing everything that I object
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
Carlos Foster - Out of Bounds Lyrics
Carlos Foster - Out of Bounds Lyrics
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English
I feel the aching
The second I awaken
Only in my sleep can I find
Something to escape in
Cadaver looking back, from the crack
In the mirror
Rubbing out my eyes so I can try to
See it clearer
I feel the aching
I know that I'm forsaken
Trying to shake the remnants of the part of me it's breaking
Craving something new just to
Get through another day
Doesn't matter what I do, I never knew another way
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
Repetition, the source of the condition
The only way to change is to go digging through cognition
Not in the composition to release or retract
Trying to see within but only ever seeing black
Falling through the bottom
Cause I never hit the top
In a mind that's always running
Never static, never stops
Looking out from my perspective
Always trying to take it in
It's supposed to be objective
Seems I'm never gonna win
Smoking weed just won't do it anymore
But it silences the need to keep scratching at the floor
I've been tryna break through to the other side
Somewhere I can sanctify
Seems I'll only get there when I die,
What's that signify?
Doing what I can just to forget
That I got so close, to succumbing to the threats
Yet I'm still here, and its the best I'll ever get
Endlessly pursuing everything that I object
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
The second I awaken
Only in my sleep can I find
Something to escape in
Cadaver looking back, from the crack
In the mirror
Rubbing out my eyes so I can try to
See it clearer
I feel the aching
I know that I'm forsaken
Trying to shake the remnants of the part of me it's breaking
Craving something new just to
Get through another day
Doesn't matter what I do, I never knew another way
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
Repetition, the source of the condition
The only way to change is to go digging through cognition
Not in the composition to release or retract
Trying to see within but only ever seeing black
Falling through the bottom
Cause I never hit the top
In a mind that's always running
Never static, never stops
Looking out from my perspective
Always trying to take it in
It's supposed to be objective
Seems I'm never gonna win
Smoking weed just won't do it anymore
But it silences the need to keep scratching at the floor
I've been tryna break through to the other side
Somewhere I can sanctify
Seems I'll only get there when I die,
What's that signify?
Doing what I can just to forget
That I got so close, to succumbing to the threats
Yet I'm still here, and its the best I'll ever get
Endlessly pursuing everything that I object
Somebody hold me down
I'm tripping, I'm tripping
Gonna pull me out of bounds
Can't grip it, I'm slipping
It's pulling from the crown
It's ripping, condition
It's coming back around
I hear nothing but the sound
Of the fall surrounding me
The rushing, in nothing
And all that I can feel
Is the crushing with no cushion
Making something out of me
It keeps pushing and its pushing and its pushing and its pushing
Writer: Carlos Foster
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