Текст песни Promises - Emiar

It's a flashback!
I'm searching for myself in a hay stack
Heck that's what I say, so thrash bag!
Is 'prolly' the place where I end that
I've lost by looking at my star's back, at
Her eyes so I'm a crucifier
The ashen one, to end it all in a bonfire
Or truly I'm a squire of dames - a liar
Trickster leading to the same endless abyss
Fix the, shattered heart but I'm still nameless
Trying on faces, of a hero or a Nero
I know shit about being an aimless cog
Or being a ground zero and not just a part of this tug of war
'Cause of having my own demons crawling deep inside
No matter how far I stride, still carry a black sign
Of a sinner, never been in a party of crowned winners
But bound and obey the will of inner
Voice, unable to make a solid choice or make up a fable where nobody dies but rejoice
That's me!
I've created no saviour, I've created a bane
That thing's unattainable and I am its prey
And I don't wanna be drunk till the end of the day
'Cause it's not the way I produce
Dreams slightly collapse and there is no hope in scraps
I've been lost in laps of pain, struggle and gaps
In the shallow grey world
I try to make it black and white, track me and fight
So I will surrender
Whisper with tender you're cursed
But there is a fire with seamless thirst
That's gonna burst right to your heart through the verse tearing apart

I'm trying so hard not to break these promises
With every chance I get
It's right here in my head

I emphasize, my sickness, I
Won't be alright
The choice is mine
But hide under the pillow constantly cry inside
It's taking over me I don't wanna die
But I just feel like I have buried my
Will to live can't remember why
'Prolly' I'm an egoist I use so many "I"
Once
I saw a dream full of cages but with no birds
With no chords, I'm making a herd of words
Let them strand around the world
Bringing four deadly fellows
The picture is blurred
And I know lie tastes so mellow
But all I feel is the pressure
Caused by the real depression
Progressing dissension
And there's no countermeasure to feel pain and it's a pleasure
To my soul and aggression
I emit with the passion
I admit with no questions
But no therapy session
I just spit like Em's nation
Like I'm his emanation
But my retaliation to the world
Is not procrastinated but hurled
Down by the crown and faded
And Fuck, I've done is a tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own drawings
Angel with torn wings
Won't make it 'till morning
She went against warnings
Won't ascend to paradise
Fuck, I say it twice
And nobody seems to be learning
I keep standing my ground
Till I'm crushing or crowned
Till it's massive blackout
For beautiful nightmare where I want to remain
So, I pretend seeing shooting stars
In a night-sky instead of airplanes
And I'm a dreamer cause

I'm trying so hard not to break these promises
With every chance I get
It's right here in my head

I'm trying so hard not to break these promises
With every chance I get
But there's war inside my head
No zombies, no dominance
Pure rage intervention
So bye-bye world
Not getting my retaliation
Far cry twirled in the woods
Completely got lost in a mansion
And tension, I keep using those words
With a passion I ain't here to write second Perception or a Therapy session
Yes; as the music changes
Like a prismatic glass
It takes the light and ranges
Through all the moods that pass;
To condense that existence
Dissects the common carnival
Of passions and regrets
And gives the world a glimpse of all
The colours it forgets
He reaps whatever he begets
And I feel they've been released
By the one with the keys
They keep growing, I know it's contagious
Let the feast begin with outrageous
Execution
So I face changes
It's a fusion
Of fury and hate
Fuck it, I made
A pool of problems but don't watch me drowning
'Cause I know one day I'll climb up to the peak
But until it happens, I'll be proving I'm unique

I'm trying so hard not to break these promises
With every chance I get
It's right here in my head