Archetype

Lyrics

[Intro] I was blind with nothing but dreams I was blind with nothing but dreams I was blind with nothing but dreams I was blind with nothing but dreams [Refrain] Maybe I will step into my light Maybe I will finally do what's right (But it won't be for you, but it won't be for you) [Verse] You took me for granted, you took off my bandages I wasn't healed and I'm not your canvas This isn't art and it's not for sale You can't buy my pain like it's not conceptual You can't own the space in between my thoughts like real estate I know I'm real but in my state I look like a beautiful painting of a corpse But you made me pose of course You can't make me kneel even with 500K You can't make my people eat cow just like I can't see eye to eye with you somehow Just like you can't see eye to eye to your third eye strip it down next time you cry, cry We're sick and tired of the fake you be something real even if it's ugly shit I said no to so many things when I had convictions And the world breaks you down and you start to wonder why you ever said no to begin with Why you ever moved slow in the thickness? Or you ever let the one you love fall while holding up a false idol of another infinitely more insignificant friend Was I ever a good friend? Why did I gossip? why did I pretend I didn't see you when I saw everything? Something I couldn't fathom was how you believed everything I said even when I was obviously embellished I couldn't tell you this I don't like your art but I love your heart I don't like your clothes but I love your mind I don't like your nose but I love your eyes White girls go to India and do yoga Brown girls fight for their freedom in the caste system We don't know the answers but what happens when you're born with a brown father and a white mother What happens when you look brown but carry the weight of being a mixed kid in the middle of nowhere else where no one else is Where you're too brown for the white kids And too watered down for the Vikings And too weird for the artists And too nice for the extremists And too polite for the punks And too cunt for the cum Come here kid You're one of us, "the Archetypes"