Wild Night Lyrics

Yeah, Not myself
A thing for laughing at
Foolish dreamers shant be seen through camera camera eye
Race the oncoming night to find morale and its
A goosebumps kind of struggle deeper than emperor oxygen
Memory gets hazy if the music isn't sung
(he says)
"If the rhythm isn't snug, I biffed a buck, the end is near
Givin' up would never slide
I roll the punch and take a stride
I make a move, I got it nice
I gotta try, I'm out my mind"
Huh, not myself,
A thing of great despair
A thing of defect and intellect
A broken thing to be repaired
Status
Status
Gasp for air
Resuscitate
Captain's Log
Halfway there
To half percent
It's a hard road ahead
It's no easy thing
But the hard days flight he can be the wing
Keep a heart laced tight and the head down
Sharp blade knife and the evening wild

Wild night (x4)


Not myself
Breaker box for disbelief
Mellow Robinson
A conduit for "really?"

Some people like that rhyming
Others think it's funny
Sunk eagle is the climax
Of ideal function
Some people like that saga with a summer sunny
Such ego, get that dollar while another hungry
Cutscene
Mental problem and somewhere a junkie
Split screen
Mellow opposite an overdose

And who is that there gonna pay a way for fat dream
Through the stature of the blazen ways of last week
Math teach can you add an an extra bad thing so Adam's raps is spat clean like them nazz-teas
Doing that thing and he probably do it worse
And he got a black queen that he probably don't deserve
Superhuman soul and then Mellow poltergeist
Soothing love and hype is her like absurd

Wild night (x4)