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House Of Mirrors (Bartime III)

from Petrichor (2016) by Young Fantom

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These are universal notes manipulated to the strangest chords
While you're in this house of mirrors trying to count your paces or
Retrace your steps cuz you can't face the fact you've been this way before
Taken through the darkest bit of deja vu like Jason Bourne
I bring the darkness with me every time I rip the beat
Maybe that's the reason that the spotlight never sticks to me
Don't know if I'm heaven-sent and going down in history
or going down in present tense from all these demons grips on me
Grabbing at my wrists and knees, wishing we could end this war
It's like nothing's love so love means nothing like a tennis court
And it's my job to keep a handle on the racket
And just keep swinging like a candle in the bracket
’til my fire is a fixture I’m adding to the mixture
The words that I concoct are all that act as an elixir
That take the voices in my head and dull them to a whisper
With every brush with death I'll paint the pictures
But Between the darker undertones and all the shades of all my days
It's hard for me to draw the lines in ways that form familiar shapes
It's all kaleidoscopes desires hope and folly
like deciphering the wits of Dali times some hits of Mali
the bits are falling like ashes from the peaks of Ecuador
turning things to grey and doom to compliment the metaphor
I’m trying to find a balance between who I used to be
And future me, cuz both have proven useful, I mean truthfully
By the moon I'm introspective, in the sun I'm hopeful now
neither can compare, to that rarity when both come out
the time of the eclipse is one that speaks a lot to me
When we see the beauty in the darkness and the oddity
Whatever's wrong with me is still hanging right there
Always over my shoulder dangling the night terrors
My own mind can do me dirtier than mud wrestles
Bawl (ball) so hard I burst a motherfucking blood vessel

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from Petrichor (2016), released May 31, 2016

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