INTRO (sang) But life gets in the way RAP (spoken) At last I'm getting going creativity flowing knowing I’m deep in the zone, my true home - pure emotion straight from my dome, then the familiar cold in my bones -as the phone snaps me out my soul, -my true bliss. ....the reason I exist but once more I must take a deep breath and postpone ........as obligations and responsibility are inevitably ... owned. Like a switch going from contentment to pure resentment and inside I SCREAM when I’m wrenched from my DREAMS.. like an shrill alarm piercing into a blissful sleep Life continues to keep preventing me going deep.....so the depths of my art remain untouched like Atlantis and before this preying mantis devours the thoughts in my head and declare it dead I push it all back ,... lyrics, melodies ,riffs all blur into black, and I hope in the future I’ll be able to Hack and restore and explore feed and water once more and with a new strength salvage it from the deep ocean floor to arrive at the shore to feel the sun’s heat...... and now freed will shine, from the depths of my mind to be heard and be shared and comfort the scared ...to be pondered reflected on, enjoyed and be felt and not buried for ever by the cards that I’m dealt. ... CHORUS I Need more hours in the day ........I know it sounds cliche My creative mind wants to come alive But life gets in the way lly I'm getting going my creativity flowing knowing I’m deep in the zone, my true home - pure emotion straight from my dome, then the familiar cold in my bones -as the phone snaps me out my soul, -my true bliss. ....the reason I exist but once more I must take a deep breath and postpone ........as obligations and responsibility are inevitably ... owned. Like a switch going from contentment to pure resentment and inside I SCREAM when I’m wrenched from my DREAMS.. like an shrill alarm piercing into a blissful sleep Life continues to keep preventing me going deep.....so the depths of my art remain untouched like Atlantis and before this preying mantis devours the thoughts in my head and declare it dead I push it all back ,... lyrics, melodies ,riffs all blur into black, and I hope in the future I’ll be able to Hack and restore and explore feed and water once more and with a new strength salvage it from the deep ocean floor to arrive at the shore to feel the sun’s heat...... and now freed will shine, from the depths of my mind to be heard and be shared and comfort the scared ...to be pondered reflected on, enjoyed and be felt and not buried for ever ..........by the cards .............that I’m dealt. ... I Need more hours in the day ........I know it sounds cliche My creative mind wants to come alive But life gets in the way (spoken casually ) So, there you have it
