Текст песни Whisperings - Juan D. Cruz D. Cross

When you look at the sky
When you look at the end
When you look at the top
Where did everyone go?
When everything became so dark & hilarious?
Oh, when did everything became so naughty?
Short it down ghastly
Just keep it classy
When did I lose me?
Where did I go?
Where did you dare to go?
You could be adored, You could be
You could be adored
You could be idolized
You could be a dreamer
You could be an star
You could be
You could be
You could be
You could be
You could be
You could be whatever the fuck you want

Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts
Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts

Underground feelings, underrated desires
Grandiose nightmares
Nothing else than bloody times
Is it all on my mind or am I just dying poetically?
Such as "Dead Poets Society"
Irrationally loved, let it break
Irrationally understood, let it bleed
Irrationally ignored
While everything remains the same

Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts
Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts

Ain't really sure what heaven feels like
I ain't really sure what life's about
I'm not even sure how hell should feel like
Sure, sure, sure, should it be
Sort of a neutrality-duality-reality
Another way to relate it
Show it, destroy it, paint it
Kind of annoying lose the words while you tryna catch them all

To demons, to angels, to humans
To anyone able to feel it or listen
To chill, to die, to live & to everything that comes ahead
Feels kind of mechanical, isn't it?
Is it balance how it turned?
Terrific dreams turn it seeming in order to improve
Till I die, till I go, till I evolve
Equally majorities & crowds empowered the unknown
Entanding another phase to personal chaos
Taken for granted
So full of emotions, so full of transitions, so full of backgrounds
Whisperings, whisperings, whisperings, whisperings
Are all I think about

Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts
Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts

But what if I go?
What if I don't make it to the movies?
What if I die trying?
Everything comes & goes
Am I gonna cry?
Am I gonna suffer?
All of this feelings represent nothing else than trivialities
All of this dreams I got
All of this love I got
All of this, all of this, all of this, all of this, all of this
All of this, all of this, all of this, all of this, all of this
Whisperings, whisperings, whisperings

Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts
Out of my veins, out of my blood
Out on my own, take off my guts
(Take off my guts!)