The laV.A project - d**h is Certain lyrics

[Verse 1] The irony of writing a poem about d**h During a lecture of funeral costs, briefly speaking of lives lost What's worse: robbing the grave, or stealing from the cradle A will and a way to know that a child will be able To make it through this life knowing there's an endgame? We talk about invincibility but act nothing of the same-same News flash: a new crash, two humans through a dash Airwaves, sonic slave, cold toes and overloaded brain [Chorus 1] But you like the pain To you it's pleasure Addiction, temptation Never saying "Never Will I die, but I'll be livin' forever Livin' forever, livin' forever Be it sandals or sweaters No matter the weather I'll be livin' forever" - right, let's think of the [Verse 2] Cognitive dissonance between The fork in the road where I find present Evergreen, my perspective so clean And yet so relatively marred Dollars and cents, the fragrance of Your scents so constant consistent Perfumes of body and shampoos of hair To mundane insane and propane, et cetera Olfactory, it's all coming back to me A series of left turns And your left sweaty palm Nervous of falling as I'm nervous of falling For who? so I don't seem to follow ma**es Like the grey hairs congregating As the cognitive dissonance sits debating As my knees sit on the carpet, praying That this is the last time Every morning the first time Yet mundane and insane have overcame My humanity, no formality [Chorus 2] But I like the pain To me, it's pleasure Addiction, temptation Never saying "Never Will you die, but you'll be livin' forever Livin' forever, livin' forever Be it sandals or sweaters No matter the weather You'll be livin' forever" - wrong It's the confessional hour of power - louder [Verse 3] I've been planning my funeral for quite some time From every single track to every single rhyme Just check my archives and my Spotify playlists The last one on the list ain't nothin' to play with Ever since January I've sobered up on existential And when February rolled around Something pressed up on my mental When March came around I kinda lost some close friends By April I still had to get up on stage and play pretend - nah I may have burned some bridges at the end of the fifth month By the sixth, my state of mind was empirically smokin a blunt Mind so high like the blasted temperatures of July I couldn't even finish the Texas trip for a full four weeks All part of the plan, because after I made a really big decision To start planning the end of my life in artful precision Got a bad habit of leaving things better than found It will take nine lifetimes to absorb what I leave around Pussies