Текст песни l'appel du vide + gattsu. - EB

I bind, I cast, I loose
I bind, I cast, I loose
I bind, I cast, I loose

Uh
I pray to God I don't lose my morals
The world cutthroat like the name was Zoro
I had to shift up like the bone was marrow
I had to wake the sheep, splitting Moses to pharaoh
Be careful where you dream, these people wanna scheme
Tell you life ain't deep, when the spirits realm in beats
The frequency elite, don't let them take your heat
You had a good snooze, you had a good sleep, well (WAKE UP!)
My еyes open like thе Olsen twins
Take heed if you boasting, kid
The breath you breathe turn choking, quick
Lord sees when you broke and bricked
But lose faith, and triggers gonna smoke you lit
The joke you lived, you croaking stiff
You took the risk, and got a clip
The blood split makes a hieroglyph
Of everything you think
And everything you speak
I need peace, I'm going places I shouldn't see

When the void calls you, do you call back?
I don't really know, but I can't be stalling, man
Everybody dies, are we ever gonna plan?
Imma grow old, building nations with the fam
When the void calls you, do you call back?
I don't really know, but I can't be stalling, man
Everybody dies, so you gotta have a plan
Why it so hard for you to really understand (yeah, yeah)

Almost got consumed by enmity inside
Misunderstood by the ones I thought were right
Too sensitive to life, anxiety kissed my spine
I couldn't really breathe with my search for divine
I was took up in them churches
Where somebody's faith was code for my own
I needed clarity, back and forth kept me so cold
All the fear I would hold, prayers reverb like echos
Observe the venture in silence, like the name was Kano
False halos, fallen angels
Dipped and left my table
Busy on the spectrum
Couldn't understand these labels
When man fails
I just do it through my own fable
When I fail
Who do I go to find my pathos?

When the void calls you, do you call back? (yeah)
I don't really know, but I can't be stalling, man
Everybody dies, are we ever gonna plan?
Imma grow old, building nations with the fam
When the void calls you, do you call back?
I don't really know, but I can't be stalling, man
Everybody dies, so you gotta have a plan
Why it so hard for you to really understand
(I'm him)

I'm painting pictures of inner city insanity
Telling stories for mutes, winner of vanity
Black children displaced, killing, calamity
Self-aware of the pain, sinners that man can be
But, you heard this already
With the news staying petty
And the doom feeling heavy
The chapter been ending
Epilogue coming near
Popping flowerfetti
Just to hide from the tears
Ever been pushed in a deep enough corner
You found God out of boredom
All the lonely nights
All the problems, used to hoard 'em
Remember too much
Forgiveness was last on quota
Silence for the saints
Moving on the new coda

Nah, let it run a bit, sheesh
Whose life are we remaking today?
Haha

Alright, alright, alright, alright
I respect your identity
And I respect your autonomy
I do not, however, respect the chaos you left in your wake
For your own self-realization
Now, let Da Boy Manny speak

I prayed you weren't so bad for me
But that was just fantasy
Desperation made me think
You were the one
It wasn't true, it wasn't true, it wasn't true, no
I'm tired of conflating lust with love
Chasing screens I couldn't touch
Power trip you never come
I think you had enough
Or was it just too much
I couldn't tell, I couldn't tell

I hate the feeling of longing
The yearning up in my soul
The time I spent
To atone
Christ, give me flow
Emotions still need some work
Bottle them, you go berserk (Griffith!)
The time I spent
To atone
Christ, give me flow (yeah)

My prayers for protection from a distance (uh)
Despite indignation and grief
Right through my own vision (yeah, yeah)
The paradise was lost for a real hot minute (okay)
Reflected all of y'all, like, damn
Where my pot to piss in? (yeah, yeah)
You get a lot of gems from being in the wrong places (alright)
Too many cooks in the kitchen, orders remaking (okay)
Transporting all your pain, feel like J. Statham (okay)
Then we go ghost, Swayze with the soul fading, hmm (yeah, yeah)
Now ain't that food for thought (uh-huh)
Why you tryna kill for another's spot (uh-huh)
You got a gift in you, without destroying, dawg (uh-huh)
This the way you move when evil days they stalk? (okay)
I put in the work
It's paying dividends (real)
New life goals
Tying loose ends (for real)
Too much time
Spawning new stress (yeah)
I ain't wasting money
For your disrespect, uh

I hate the feeling of longing
The yearning up in my soul
The time I spent
To atone
Christ, give me flow
Emotions still need some work
Bottle them, you go berserk
The time I spent
To atone
Christ, give me flow

Girl, get in the car, I have some tea
Because the hypocrite who looks in the mirror
Allowed the impostor syndrome to seep in his blood
Now he laughs to purge it out of his soul