Seems when I'm going through it
That's when the pen is fluid
Spilling out verbal vomit like there's nothing to it
Hard-to-get my muse is
Inspiration juices
Then again I don't take time
I must be there for music
Fully preset habit
Back once again and avid
But when I'm willing more like
Shooting blank impotent rabit
But shut up, no excuses
End of day they are useless
Let the graphite hit the page and
Keep it simple stupid
Don't make it convoluted
Overcooking up your thoughts
And never taste what's brewing
And when the effort's truant
It's something incongruent
If the giver gave you gifts
Then gratitudes persuant
Just be a faithful student
Don't stop just keep on at it
Only what's dead is static
Preach to myself these words
And try to make each one emphatic
So with each pen stoke
I persevere and invoke
The me I wish I'd be
The way things outta be.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Is it a mere indulgence?
These words on a page
A vain abundance?
An avenue to self-aggrandise
And thus repugnant?
Do these scribbles
Dress me in the emperor's clothes?
A finely spun lie
Which the light will expose?
Impose my own will on a helpless page
Ready to bare all and release my rage
Cause it's a silent victim
Ready to take my scratches and lashes, and mindless hitting
Without a word to contradict
It always takes what's given
In truth that's why I love you
You hear as if there's no one else who ever thought or saw
And witness what I scrawl upon you
Honest to God that's the freedom that you offer
Words without the filter that a better self would proffer
By which I mean the masked one
That masquerades so handsome
On the stage of planet earth
But backstage is throwing tantrums
Even though that one is ransomed
He's haunted by the phantom
Of the man who's flesh was crucified
But who's yet to be abandoned
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Better out than in huh, you sure?
Sometimes the truth is ugly
It's sickly, no cure
Except for liquidation
Imprison thoughts within the page when
They're bound within the lines and then consigned to condemnation
If they don't respect reality
Not the facts of circumstance
But my spiritual normality
A death-resistant seed planted in my personality
A portion of the life that Jesus lives in actuality
Reigning from the throne
Father to the left side
I'm seated with him there in a robe
Washed in peroxide
Inhabiting this soil
That's groaning with a longing
For redemption to unfoil
When the outcome is superlative
Renewal of creation
What we imagine is conservative
But here the pain's affirmative
So I don't deny the facts
But there's a higher that truth that lives in me
Withstands and counteracts
Not writing words, he is the word
So my words I offer back
So my words I offer back
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
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Neuma - Fluid Lyrics
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Seems when I'm going through it
That's when the pen is fluid
Spilling out verbal vomit like there's nothing to it
Hard-to-get my muse is
Inspiration juices
Then again I don't take time
I must be there for music
Fully preset habit
Back once again and avid
But when I'm willing more like
Shooting blank impotent rabit
But shut up, no excuses
End of day they are useless
Let the graphite hit the page and
Keep it simple stupid
Don't make it convoluted
Overcooking up your thoughts
And never taste what's brewing
And when the effort's truant
It's something incongruent
If the giver gave you gifts
Then gratitudes persuant
Just be a faithful student
Don't stop just keep on at it
Only what's dead is static
Preach to myself these words
And try to make each one emphatic
So with each pen stoke
I persevere and invoke
The me I wish I'd be
The way things outta be.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Is it a mere indulgence?
These words on a page
A vain abundance?
An avenue to self-aggrandise
And thus repugnant?
Do these scribbles
Dress me in the emperor's clothes?
A finely spun lie
Which the light will expose?
Impose my own will on a helpless page
Ready to bare all and release my rage
Cause it's a silent victim
Ready to take my scratches and lashes, and mindless hitting
Without a word to contradict
It always takes what's given
In truth that's why I love you
You hear as if there's no one else who ever thought or saw
And witness what I scrawl upon you
Honest to God that's the freedom that you offer
Words without the filter that a better self would proffer
By which I mean the masked one
That masquerades so handsome
On the stage of planet earth
But backstage is throwing tantrums
Even though that one is ransomed
He's haunted by the phantom
Of the man who's flesh was crucified
But who's yet to be abandoned
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Better out than in huh, you sure?
Sometimes the truth is ugly
It's sickly, no cure
Except for liquidation
Imprison thoughts within the page when
They're bound within the lines and then consigned to condemnation
If they don't respect reality
Not the facts of circumstance
But my spiritual normality
A death-resistant seed planted in my personality
A portion of the life that Jesus lives in actuality
Reigning from the throne
Father to the left side
I'm seated with him there in a robe
Washed in peroxide
Inhabiting this soil
That's groaning with a longing
For redemption to unfoil
When the outcome is superlative
Renewal of creation
What we imagine is conservative
But here the pain's affirmative
So I don't deny the facts
But there's a higher that truth that lives in me
Withstands and counteracts
Not writing words, he is the word
So my words I offer back
So my words I offer back
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
That's when the pen is fluid
Spilling out verbal vomit like there's nothing to it
Hard-to-get my muse is
Inspiration juices
Then again I don't take time
I must be there for music
Fully preset habit
Back once again and avid
But when I'm willing more like
Shooting blank impotent rabit
But shut up, no excuses
End of day they are useless
Let the graphite hit the page and
Keep it simple stupid
Don't make it convoluted
Overcooking up your thoughts
And never taste what's brewing
And when the effort's truant
It's something incongruent
If the giver gave you gifts
Then gratitudes persuant
Just be a faithful student
Don't stop just keep on at it
Only what's dead is static
Preach to myself these words
And try to make each one emphatic
So with each pen stoke
I persevere and invoke
The me I wish I'd be
The way things outta be.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Is it a mere indulgence?
These words on a page
A vain abundance?
An avenue to self-aggrandise
And thus repugnant?
Do these scribbles
Dress me in the emperor's clothes?
A finely spun lie
Which the light will expose?
Impose my own will on a helpless page
Ready to bare all and release my rage
Cause it's a silent victim
Ready to take my scratches and lashes, and mindless hitting
Without a word to contradict
It always takes what's given
In truth that's why I love you
You hear as if there's no one else who ever thought or saw
And witness what I scrawl upon you
Honest to God that's the freedom that you offer
Words without the filter that a better self would proffer
By which I mean the masked one
That masquerades so handsome
On the stage of planet earth
But backstage is throwing tantrums
Even though that one is ransomed
He's haunted by the phantom
Of the man who's flesh was crucified
But who's yet to be abandoned
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Better out than in huh, you sure?
Sometimes the truth is ugly
It's sickly, no cure
Except for liquidation
Imprison thoughts within the page when
They're bound within the lines and then consigned to condemnation
If they don't respect reality
Not the facts of circumstance
But my spiritual normality
A death-resistant seed planted in my personality
A portion of the life that Jesus lives in actuality
Reigning from the throne
Father to the left side
I'm seated with him there in a robe
Washed in peroxide
Inhabiting this soil
That's groaning with a longing
For redemption to unfoil
When the outcome is superlative
Renewal of creation
What we imagine is conservative
But here the pain's affirmative
So I don't deny the facts
But there's a higher that truth that lives in me
Withstands and counteracts
Not writing words, he is the word
So my words I offer back
So my words I offer back
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Drip, drop, drip, drop
See what my heart say
Fluid
My heart stay
Fluid
Writer: Ian Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music