Sky Diver Eyedea & Abilities
"Sky Diver" by Eyedea & Abilities, released in 2004, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of introspection, existentialism, and the search for meaning. The lyrics metaphorically depict a journey of self-discovery and vulnerability. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a blend of thoughtful beats, showcasing Eyedea's lyrical prowess and emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners seeking authenticity in their struggles.
[Verse 1: Eyedea]
Use your fist, please don't knock
My loose teeth are yours to take
Cuddling our new found freedom
In keepin' our eyes open without being awake
Kiss my ear, the faint still taunts
Children rejoice 'once hero now dead'
One last time, I'm really hurtin'
Just a little taste to take off the edge
I rummage through old love letters and photographs
In a desperate reach for a clue into who I am
But with only the distant past as a reference I fail to feel any connection to the bones under my skin
You can cry but you're still gettin' sterilized
Can show the sun how to come if you know the sky
He'll let you make a mess if you keep him high
It was a good shoot, the messenger deserves to die for his lies
Make it hurt
Scare me straight
Cursed is he who can't burn by fire
We're all falling, show me feeling, I'm your designated diver
I can see the cuts on your mind
Your mother made yours, mine made mine
I know you'd rather be sad than stupid
Lyrxo by day
Junkie by night
By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee
That didn't help me see bleedin' isn't what it seems
Let it steam, let it steep (Let it sting, let it steam) 'til it screams 'finally free'
Then you better leave
I bet that she's gonna kill the king
Use your fist, please don't knock
My loose teeth are yours to take
Cuddling our new found freedom
In keepin' our eyes open without being awake
Kiss my ear, the faint still taunts
Children rejoice 'once hero now dead'
One last time, I'm really hurtin'
Just a little taste to take off the edge
I rummage through old love letters and photographs
In a desperate reach for a clue into who I am
But with only the distant past as a reference I fail to feel any connection to the bones under my skin
You can cry but you're still gettin' sterilized
Can show the sun how to come if you know the sky
He'll let you make a mess if you keep him high
It was a good shoot, the messenger deserves to die for his lies
Make it hurt
Scare me straight
Cursed is he who can't burn by fire
We're all falling, show me feeling, I'm your designated diver
I can see the cuts on your mind
Your mother made yours, mine made mine
I know you'd rather be sad than stupid
Lyrxo by day
Junkie by night
By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee
That didn't help me see bleedin' isn't what it seems
Let it steam, let it steep (Let it sting, let it steam) 'til it screams 'finally free'
Then you better leave
I bet that she's gonna kill the king
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