Let Me (Variation 2) - by GVG.Creations

synth wave, chill synth, hurt, censorship, techno, surrounding, immersive, involving, captivating, moody, epic

[Verse 2]
I have changed my mind, a pencil still seems personal.
I will type this on "Word", if I mess up I click "Cancel".
And still I feel all I type, ends up confidential.
So I just draw a heart, and it comes out tinseled.

[Pre-chorus]
Expression is getting harder, I don't wanna mess up.
My thoughts keep folding inward till I drown inside my cup.
My cup with tints and colors, that I once used all at once.
My thoughts erode to rubble, losing structure as time runs.

[Chorus]
It was easy, it was.
Now it's crazy, broken glass.
I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass.
All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass.

Let me, express desire.
Let me, impress the Master.
Take me, from stress and tire.
Let me, address the fire.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
Let me go insane, draw and write with zero cares.
After all the sane, never cared of nutcases.
The crazy, the demented, the mad.
The deranged, and all bad we have.

Let us put it out in the world!
No rules, no lines, no laws.
Art and expression shouldn't be limited.
The urge to censor must be resisted.

I censor myself.
Scared of what people would say.
But I was born free.
The world teach us against our natural way to be.

[Chorus]
It was easy, it was.
Now it's crazy, broken glass.
I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass.
All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass.

Let me, express desire.
Let me, impress the Master.
Take me, from stress and tire.
Let me, address the fire.

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
It was easy, it was.
Now it's crazy, broken glass.
I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass.
All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass.

Let me, express desire.
Let me, impress the Master.
Take me, from stress and tire.
Let me, address the fire.

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[Verse 1] Freshly sharpened the graphite-tipped pencil. My mistakes hurt too much for my heart-shaped stencil. So I choose to write them down with another utensil. One that doesn't touch my heart, and shows my potential. [Verse 2] I have changed my mind, a pencil still seems personal. I will type this on "Word", if I mess up I click "Cancel". And still I feel all I type, ends up confidential. So I just draw a heart, and it comes out tinseled. [Pre-chorus] Expression is getting harder, I don't wanna mess up. My thoughts keep folding inward till I drown inside my cup. My cup with tints and colors, that I once used all at once. My thoughts erode to rubble, losing structure as time runs. [Chorus] It was easy, it was. Now it's crazy, broken glass. I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass. All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass. Let me, express desire. Let me, impress the Master. Take me, from stress and tire. Let me, address the fire. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Let me go insane, draw and write with zero cares. After all the sane, never cared of nutcases. The crazy, the demented, the mad. The deranged, and all bad we have. Let us put it out in the world! No rules, no lines, no laws. Art and expression shouldn't be limited. The urge to censor must be resisted. I censor myself. Scared of what people would say. But I was born free. The world teach us against our natural way to be. [Chorus] It was easy, it was. Now it's crazy, broken glass. I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass. All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass. Let me, express desire. Let me, impress the Master. Take me, from stress and tire. Let me, address the fire. [Instrumental] [Chorus] It was easy, it was. Now it's crazy, broken glass. I get mad with my fail tries, I push aside things as I pass. All my ornaments and remnants in the floor and made of brass. Let me, express desire. Let me, impress the Master. Take me, from stress and tire. Let me, address the fire.

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