The Sound Of Color - Samya lyrics

[Verse 1: Aleyes] It's been awhile since I've seen you; your arrival is welcomed Cause my fire inside is weak and it's survival is seldom You rekindle the flame on which my soul is dependent Intent? Written in code as an Olmec inscription I'm glimpsin' upon your face seein' the crescent reflections A radiant angelic complexion; you're a relic from heaven You're deadening my irrelevant influence But "hip" to it, like 80-year-old pelvic corrections Ha, get it? I'm as cheesy as macaroni Your twinkling peepers beaming and gleaming like abalones I'm grieving from these bereavements; this means I'm in need of peace So I plead to you keep this ring and perceive it as matrimony You actin' phony? Non-existent occurrence For you are my complementary person, not considered A burden, I'm certain you are fit for a king So I'll be gettin' the ring like Popavich and the Spurs did, you're perfect [Hook] Every time I close my eyes, she appears The second I reopen wide, she's not near We're inseparable when I am separated from reality A state of immortality But, where are you in all my times of distress? The time's where life's inclined to drive me to d**h Or tries to stifle my breath? You got me scribblin' scripts of similes You're more or less a simple mental image men conceive [Verse 2: Aleyes] Never before have I witnessed a vision with such glamor Who's touch shatters the windows of internal caverns I run faster, attemptin' to slip from her tough grasp her Corrupt manner that cripples oblivious young stature I lunge past her, but I can't seem to let go A stiff, deceptive hold on me I wish to disconnect her schizophrenic prolonged pleas Control all scenes, and misdirect her so-called schemes Cause she's a fake, fictitious, fickle, fiction, figment, facade Fit to fiddle with your feelin's, fit to fidget with a fizzlin' fire Please regenerate the sentiments still in me I'm dwindling, perpetuating pessimist tendencies And dismally, I meditate; repetitive monologue Jot a song of yesterday's directionless walk-a-longs My thoughts are off and on; my heart's a bottomless void Guess you're symbolic of my longing for joy.. and it's like, and it's like [Hook] Every time I close my eyes, she appears The second I reopen wide, she's not near We're inseparable when I am separated from reality A state of immortality but Where are you in all my times of distress? The time's where life's inclined to drive me to d**h or tries to stifle my breath? You got me scribblin' scripts of similes I yearn to see your face, but you exist within a dream