Bury This Verse

Lyrics

They say the best art comes from an unhealthy place So this will be the last record that I ever make Afraid to become the sad song you're listening to; Sweetheart when I die, please burn my journals Tried to outsmart my feelings But the heart's too revealing Spending more time covering up mistakes than learning from them Project your persona, control self awareness We want the truth until it's about us Too awkward for the mainstream, too blunt to be spiritual Every word you write's under a microscope Hard to be free when the room closes in Hard to write the hot shit with a frozen pen Self control is gonna hurt your potential Before it's out your lips, you're thinking censorship Is it brilliance, destructive, or just obnoxious? Just another self absorbed artist being honest Bu. Ry. This Bury this verse deep inside the earth Verse Dig it up in a thousand years Ideas for the sake of ideas lead to more ideas Is that the big idea? Pontificate Think a man needs to find his place So stand there looking stupid with nothing to say Cause everybody's bored and over informed And everything that can be, has been exploited The world is smaller but none the wiser; Full of information without experience to apply it On some King Solomon "it's all meaningless" Cause they don't build monuments for critics Never take advice from miserable men Even the brightest minds prove inadequate Art for the quasi, song for the smart guy New paradigm like we're the first ones to realize The world is ugly, critics need a darling Say something jarring or tug on the heartstrings Bu. Ry. This Bury this verse deep inside the earth Verse Dig it up in a thousand years Constantly distracted, killed by committee Kill creativity. Please stop talking The further we get, just a small fingerprint Always been an old soul who believes music's a gift A way of life engrained in your DNA If I don't put it in a verse it stays in the veins Got a clean slate, staring at a blank page and I can be anything, let the words play Form and take shape, words hold weight Take the matter in my own hand Watch my pen bend Journaling turning the present into memories We can enjoy it now when it's history Thank God for giving us opportunities Keep it new to me like I'm soon to be Fresh on the scene, wide eyed and green Forever young, growing old gracefully Bu. Ry. This Bury this verse deep inside the earth Verse Dig it up in a thousand years (Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this Verse Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this Verse Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this. Bury this Verse Bury this. Bury this. Bury this.)