Mathias Kruse - Traces Of Mike lyrics

A steak or a spike to face in this strife As blatant as fights, your loss has me vacant in fright I hope you didn't suffer brother, hope you raced to the light Sometimes i think back to sobriety for traces of Mike I thought wrong, nobody could ever say it was right Heard “he didn't make it”, labeled it a baseless insight Now I've accepted it, but f** if i don't hate that it's like A truck rolling onto my body and staying for life When thinking of the plane you're on, i think in basis of height You being greeted at the gates that shine so gracious and bright Thinking how your mother thought she was just saying goodnight You never woke up, but maybe i can face it tonight You were on a different level of supplying beings With the finer things, never stopped to deny the fiends Your entire reason for wanting to live the life of kings Was a righteous dream, putting you within' the price of rings And I accept that. sh** man, if you would've said that I would've done the opposite of get mad It's like my ego asked to lend jabs, tapping out the tenth match When I said I just want my friend back, I meant that Coming dead last running from my past now I been running pens back. Sum it up and pa** out When that shutter lens cracks, some of us'll back down But you were the bigger picture so I'm on my tact now And I say My emotions have been opened as a result of You overdosing' and since then I haven't closed em My emotions have been opened as a result of You overdosing' and since then I haven't closed em Your life or a buzz, which one matters more? Expecting to move back and forth on a stagnant horse The same horse that we were kicking dead forever Read your letters as if I was standing on a balance board Telling me that you were getting much madder at the lord Something tells me this was actually the wrath you asked him for But it's just a guess. Or maybe it's how I crush the stress Coming from the fact that my idol relapsed to f**ing d**h You were right when you said it brother, I was depressed The type of sadness that only hard d** effect Now I'm digging in my conscience till' there's nothing left Looking for a home in it cause lately it's been unaddressed Thinking back to when you were proof that I had a fan Nights spent in a bliss of opiates and ativan Sacrificed to the span of my attention My retention made it hard to remember if I had had a plan And I say My emotions have been opened as a result of You overdosing' and since then I haven't closed em My emotions have been opened as a result of You overdosing' and since then I haven't closed em