Maybe there's a fugitive in me after all
Maybe I was born to run
Honey, I'm no rebel, I'm a rolling stone
I'm gone, I don't know 'til when
Home is just a lie, security is a fraud
Your safety's just a cage, you know
Home was never the right place for me to try
To say what I had to say
Half a million priests said god is waiting
I heard a couple demons claim the devil's better
They say there's an afterlife
But I don't care
I'm only trying to do the best
With what I have right here
So tell me, how far would you go to make it?
They say "pick a path of virtue
And you'll be redeemed"
The other side insists that death is just a part of the win
But I'd lose the minute I try to fake it
Seems to me you're wasting time and money
To fulfil a prophecy that ain't real
Well, I've had my share of predetermined correlations to know that yours is full of shit
Stolen souls are theological commodities
Just get out of your closet and see
I had a conversation with Jesus on the cross
He's gone and don't know 'til when
He said there's an afterlife
But He's not there
All that He ever wanted to be
Was a simple man
To share drinks
With all of His friends beside him
Being heard was something
That without a doubt He craved
But vicious men did not approve of the new road He paved
Story goes they twisted His words around Him
They nailed the carpenter on wood like destiny
All the stories in His eyes
Were still alive like memory
But I am nothing like Him
No, I am nothing like them
When I heard the voices like inviting chants
I turned and walked straight away
Whether a hooded figure or a lady in red
The deal is off, I'm not for sale
This is not the end or the beginning
It's just the middle of my singing
One, two, three, four!
(Five, six, seven, eight)
This feels like an afterlife
But I'm not dead
It's just the luster of a brand new start misread
I've come far
It's hard to confess, I made it
Now I've got more stories to discover
And you bet I can
And all you psychedelic angels
Messing with my head
I'll get by, your afterlife can keep waiting
Thannos - Afterlife Lyrics
Thannos - Afterlife Lyrics
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Maybe there's a fugitive in me after all
Maybe I was born to run
Honey, I'm no rebel, I'm a rolling stone
I'm gone, I don't know 'til when
Home is just a lie, security is a fraud
Your safety's just a cage, you know
Home was never the right place for me to try
To say what I had to say
Half a million priests said god is waiting
I heard a couple demons claim the devil's better
They say there's an afterlife
But I don't care
I'm only trying to do the best
With what I have right here
So tell me, how far would you go to make it?
They say "pick a path of virtue
And you'll be redeemed"
The other side insists that death is just a part of the win
But I'd lose the minute I try to fake it
Seems to me you're wasting time and money
To fulfil a prophecy that ain't real
Well, I've had my share of predetermined correlations to know that yours is full of shit
Stolen souls are theological commodities
Just get out of your closet and see
I had a conversation with Jesus on the cross
He's gone and don't know 'til when
He said there's an afterlife
But He's not there
All that He ever wanted to be
Was a simple man
To share drinks
With all of His friends beside him
Being heard was something
That without a doubt He craved
But vicious men did not approve of the new road He paved
Story goes they twisted His words around Him
They nailed the carpenter on wood like destiny
All the stories in His eyes
Were still alive like memory
But I am nothing like Him
No, I am nothing like them
When I heard the voices like inviting chants
I turned and walked straight away
Whether a hooded figure or a lady in red
The deal is off, I'm not for sale
This is not the end or the beginning
It's just the middle of my singing
One, two, three, four!
(Five, six, seven, eight)
This feels like an afterlife
But I'm not dead
It's just the luster of a brand new start misread
I've come far
It's hard to confess, I made it
Now I've got more stories to discover
And you bet I can
And all you psychedelic angels
Messing with my head
I'll get by, your afterlife can keep waiting
Maybe I was born to run
Honey, I'm no rebel, I'm a rolling stone
I'm gone, I don't know 'til when
Home is just a lie, security is a fraud
Your safety's just a cage, you know
Home was never the right place for me to try
To say what I had to say
Half a million priests said god is waiting
I heard a couple demons claim the devil's better
They say there's an afterlife
But I don't care
I'm only trying to do the best
With what I have right here
So tell me, how far would you go to make it?
They say "pick a path of virtue
And you'll be redeemed"
The other side insists that death is just a part of the win
But I'd lose the minute I try to fake it
Seems to me you're wasting time and money
To fulfil a prophecy that ain't real
Well, I've had my share of predetermined correlations to know that yours is full of shit
Stolen souls are theological commodities
Just get out of your closet and see
I had a conversation with Jesus on the cross
He's gone and don't know 'til when
He said there's an afterlife
But He's not there
All that He ever wanted to be
Was a simple man
To share drinks
With all of His friends beside him
Being heard was something
That without a doubt He craved
But vicious men did not approve of the new road He paved
Story goes they twisted His words around Him
They nailed the carpenter on wood like destiny
All the stories in His eyes
Were still alive like memory
But I am nothing like Him
No, I am nothing like them
When I heard the voices like inviting chants
I turned and walked straight away
Whether a hooded figure or a lady in red
The deal is off, I'm not for sale
This is not the end or the beginning
It's just the middle of my singing
One, two, three, four!
(Five, six, seven, eight)
This feels like an afterlife
But I'm not dead
It's just the luster of a brand new start misread
I've come far
It's hard to confess, I made it
Now I've got more stories to discover
And you bet I can
And all you psychedelic angels
Messing with my head
I'll get by, your afterlife can keep waiting
Writer: Athanasios Spandonis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid