paroles de chanson Music Makes It Better - Shius

In a reality where, the sky is grey and clouds loom over
Put your headphones on and replay the same tracks again

Under button eyes, my posters hanging off the wall
I stay home and work a boring job that I don't care for
Under quarantine, cast away for jumping ship
I am all alone as music repeats in my ears
And it makes things better, although I face my own decay
All five tracks rewind as I delve into fantasy again

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out
When reality is dead the music makes it better
Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll
Entertain a feeling I cannot cut off from me
Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay
In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live
With a song I keep my chin up as I drown in my own skin

Tired, washed away - in a world of only grey
Concrete fills my vision as I make my way to groceries
In the produce section, blinding lights that never blink
I put on my earphones turning up the volume on my phone
It's familiar by now, words I know keep flowing in
Tales of others written to a tune that I now recognize
Same 5 tracks again, lining up to the cashier
As I close my eyes I take in songs and put my life on pause

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out
When reality is dead the music makes it better
Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll
Entertain a feeling I cannot cut off from me
Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay
In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live
Within melodies I've seen paths I'd like to lead
With a song I keep my chin up as I drown in my own skin

Mundane Monday's, pass me by
Another week where I cannot sigh
Thursday has come and I know I've tried
Almost the weekend, then I can write
Almost the weekend, then I can thrive
Mundane Monday's, pass me by
Another week where I cannot sigh
Thursday has come and I know I've tried
Almost the weekend, then I can write
Almost the weekend, then I can thrive

All these sounds in my head, they never cease as I fade out
When reality is dead the music makes it better
Time and time again, when isolation takes its toll
Entertain a feeling I cannot cut off from me
Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay
In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live
Within melodies I've seen paths I'd like to lead
With a song I keep my chin up as I drown in my own skin

In a reality where, the sky is grey and clouds loom over
Put your headphones on and replay the same tracks again
And it makes things better, although I fight my own decay
All five tracks rewind as I face this reality ahead