Notebook. - Black Swan lyrics

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Notebook. - Black Swan lyrics

[Verse 1: KoLyric] Time and space was frozen, at home but still alone and I felt like David Bowman the way my life unfolded In front of me was everything, including all the old vids And in the ripping centerpiece was you and I so close I decide to hold it with these scissor hands stapled with hammer tacker To my wrist that's in the pattern of a canister, after Reconnecting with my past it detaches and that just Was a matter of fracture. Anti matter of fact I existed 'til the universe was in the palm of my hand Let it live 'til I gave it up like the father in “Ran” It's haunted me since, blessed with an alternate twist Upon the precipice, I was blind to the matter at hand Am I mad or just another abandoned romance Lack of a motive to open up to another person again It's over, the end, hunching over the ledge That cracks at the edge from the solar eclipse I look til my vision came back Another story from Celine and Jesse, this time there's an ending And this time the metamorphosis is forced into the best scene There was nothing I could do to fight the creature next to me Defeated me with its tainted teeth in my heart to let it beat Forever enemies, lost love was the d**h of the century “Don't let her leave” resonates within my memory The others won't fight for it though like I have before Love smothers you like a pillow from that scene in Amour Walking through the quick sand On stilts i built with slit hands The guilt it k**s but it can Rebuild what broke on impact Hung myself with ropes I knew Dangled by the noose she made The halo dies when angels crumble still the humble truth decays Dragged me up this alley blind with hopes to tear me up inside Knowing my hearts on my wrist she had my arms wrapped up in vines The pretty swan denies the lonely duckling for nothing The numbing's summoned from the broken coven of ugly (it's just me) [Hook: Notebook.] Who would had known I could sell my soul to myself? Instead of looking around and searching within the glow for the devil It's kind of funny when you think about it... Knowing there's really no way around it for sure Who would had known I could sell my soul to myself? Instead of looking around and searching within the glow for the devil It's kind of funny when you think about it... Knowing there's really no way around it for sure Knowing there's really no way around it for sure We sit and contemplate stepping out of the door Into infinity, into another nightmare It's better facing demons cause these fools don't come to fight fair [Verse 2: Sadistik] Black swan black swan, tell me is the past gone? I think we'll save it if we can make it to pa**ed dawn I got a gla** jaw without a leg to stand on MC Escher with the letters look at what my hand's drawn It's for you, I kinda think it fits you well Flirting with disaster but I promise I don't kiss and tell I've been living well, foot in front of one another At the wishing well so I can look above and run for cover Have we lost our chance to make it? Cause I think I'd live forever just to watch your transformation A beautiful bu*terfly who chooses to run and hide With swan song music as a suitable subject line for this We sort of stray into the fog In the calm before the storm I'll storm away and lose my calm You can crucify me just to try to ruin my palms I'll finger paint this room until I'm gone with the Black Swan [Hook: Notebook.] Who would had known that I could sell my soul to myself? Instead of looking around and searching within the glow for the devil It's kind of funny when you think about it... Knowing there's no way around it for sure Who would had known I could sell my soul to myself? Instead of looking around and searching within the glow for the devil It's kind of funny when you think about it... Knowing there's really no way around it for sure Knowing there's really no way around it for sure We sit and contemplate stepping out of the door Into infinity, into another nightmare It's better facing demons cause these fools don't come to fight fair [Verse 3: Notebook.] [?]