Marius Gold - Stiltzkin lyrics

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee] Hailing from the capital, I'm heading out Into the wide world, to prove wrong who had a doubt People miss the ones that they see the least And I've been taken for granted, it's time for me to leave... I will promise to write letters And give them to anybody relaying them to whoever In time they will reach you, by the time You read them, I will be far from where I'd meet you I might be in town, just pa**ing through Can't stay for too long, there's things I have to do We can have a little chat and then I'm off again Was nice to see you tonight, but by the morning I'll be gone [Chorus: Brother Gil (Concrete Cee)] Time has yet to wait for an explorer to discover his true fate (I'm missing people's calls cause I'm gone Trying to put some food up on my plate Got a couple things for sale, going by the usual rate till they're gone) People only mourn when you expire But they often disregard the wear and tear on your tires When you're gone - way beyond the point of no return All of sudden, you're everyone's concern, now they wonder why you're gone... [Verse 2: Concrete Cee] Sitting by myself on an airship, destination a place Wherever the weather's the fairest And I don't carry a map, I'm not a tourist I steer clear of the lawless, move cautious Shake hands with a couple fellow performers Down drinks then show those in attendance what I brought them Nice to feel the vibes but the hourgla** Shows almost every grain of sand's fallen I head for the bed, cause next morning The cycle repeats, and I'll be somewhere else foreign Heard a stranger ask me, don't you miss your family? The look in my eyes was unresponsive Very hard to tell the weight of one's conscience If not by the empty eyes when he ponders The dreams he had back then, the person he was The vows of love, but whatever it was, it is gone... [Chorus 2: Brother Gil (Concrete Cee)] The past is but the past, yet it's sad When you keep forgetting good times in favor of the bad Till they're gone The Neverending Story is a lie Fantasia will turn to Nothing, when you die Then they cry cause you're gone So's the chance to ever mend the fences Some will spite you under their breath Whenever you are mentioned, and you're gone (Cause real is not real anymore; I'm used to it I have seen it all before, don't you wonder why I'm gone!) [Verse 3: Concrete Cee] As it seems, he was bu*terfly stroking In a pair of drag shorts against everybody crawling downstream The only person with a smile while it rained A Burmecian mindstate, look how the times changed We used to run on steam, and now we run on energy Whose production is exhibit of our heresy We used to heed mother nature, we abused her love Look how we bleed mother nature, she can't do enough We look to the Sun, knowing that it's a cruel judge From within, the destruction of Gaia will soon come Witness Terra's rebirth, as well as the impending Rise of the Genomes with inborn hiveminds As life dies, there is compression of time Cause everything is silent and we cannot press rewind Back to when dripping water birthed a clock Back to the Ajanta caves carved into rock Testimonials he chiseled into granite Embarked on a long journey, came back empty handed Many friends were lost, his sins ain't unforgivable But in this worldly existence, he won't get absolved They'd pin him to the cross, hurl stones at him He's used to the procedure, they unearth no sadness No regrets, glares of a man that lived too long Meet with those of a man that talks pure sickness Most lies are written by the victors The Byronic hero appears, with the customary Jade colored gla**es, and a foul mouth that swears That he didn't f**ing do it but the mob wouldn't care They wanna see a fruit too ripe for the harvesting He condescendingly admonishes the hatemongers Not astonishing, his reputation is a tad marred Within the confines of a society he's at odds with Back at the lab, he falls asleep to a goddess Opining his peers build cars, as he's building starships He retorts that that's nonsense, they just fail to understand The depth of a human metamorphisis Take the cocoon from which emerged a moth Inside the larva turned into soup, that miraculously Still stores data, now you see why I withdraw Into the studio to release the songs that they explore later At the precipice of defeat, across from Victory, chased by enemies, no choice, he has to leap Contrary to what the media propels These miracles are expensive while disaster is cheap Lone walks through the post-traumatic dreamscapes And virtual realities gave him a hint that he's trained in inception So he plants thoughts of expansion In the minds of the beautiful souls that enchanted him Those who didn't judge even though they understand him If so inclined, make for viable companions Those who want, find a way, others make an excuse The lowest among them busy formulating a ruse As to how they disable themselves relating to truth Bashing whistleblowers uncovering blatant abuse They celebrate mediocrity, hate what challenges Their intelligence, what am I even saying to you? Huh? What's there to see but everyone for himself Nevertheless, he has never needed a reason to help You don't believe in his dreams? May you have fortune with yours If people ask him how you are, he won't answer no more He's writing books in Alexandria, the one with the sword On how the rift between reality and fantasy is actually A phase-aligned jumphole to levels of thought If you locate it in your mind, it might unravel your heart But by the time his studies are published, he's moved on Without giving comments on the coverage, the many of them Judge it, without properly an*lyzing his points made Cause they will say "this man knows how to disappoint fate" Now his letters are relayed, to whoever accepts the parcel Enclosed you find an old spellbook that has a portal Incantation, wanna follow him, remember his songs Because the person that you remember as Concrete Cee - He is gone