Resting Power Mori Calliope
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[Verse 1]
Started like a whisper, but grew as I flew
At times, I almost miss her, just do as I do
We can't lose, it's confusing, but I need you to trust me
She's plugging up her ears in pure rebellion, it must be
Fear of contradicting, a life in the unliving
A voice of vitriol, pissed at y'all, yet forgiving
Even so, I am failing to walk toward
Her nails on a chalkboard
Swing the scythe, but she talks back with a bright chord
Leaks out from time to time
Shouts loud and speaks her mind
Clout chasing? More like racing the clock of modern minds
Leaving us behind, just step back, sure you'll find
With the two of us in tandеm, I will not let us die
So let's try (Lеt's try) to stand against the odds
They can call us anything like, bitches, cowards, frauds
But we're the ones who get heard, then we reap the applause
It's deeper than identity crisis, like this because
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, it's a lifestyle, ain't it? Wanna sketch it out first
The crowd says, "Paint it", but always
Eggshells walking over any vibe I'm sending
Ain't you ever sick of pretending?
Started like a whisper, but grew as I flew
At times, I almost miss her, just do as I do
We can't lose, it's confusing, but I need you to trust me
She's plugging up her ears in pure rebellion, it must be
Fear of contradicting, a life in the unliving
A voice of vitriol, pissed at y'all, yet forgiving
Even so, I am failing to walk toward
Her nails on a chalkboard
Swing the scythe, but she talks back with a bright chord
Leaks out from time to time
Shouts loud and speaks her mind
Clout chasing? More like racing the clock of modern minds
Leaving us behind, just step back, sure you'll find
With the two of us in tandеm, I will not let us die
So let's try (Lеt's try) to stand against the odds
They can call us anything like, bitches, cowards, frauds
But we're the ones who get heard, then we reap the applause
It's deeper than identity crisis, like this because
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, it's a lifestyle, ain't it? Wanna sketch it out first
The crowd says, "Paint it", but always
Eggshells walking over any vibe I'm sending
Ain't you ever sick of pretending?
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