Delusions of Grandeur (U-Recken vs. Ghost Note) (U-Recken vs. Ghost Note) - Ghost Note

I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched them with our fingers In years of wet cement Days blurred into each other Though everything seemed clear We cruised along at half speed But then we shifted gears We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns But even then we should have stayed But we ran away Now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? Identities assume us As nine and five add up Synchronizing watches To the seconds that we lost I looked up and saw you I know that you saw me We froze but for a moment In empathy I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug You gave my emptiness a name Then you ran away And now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? We're all okay, until the day we're not The surface shines, while the inside rots We raced the sunset and we almost won We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on And we ran away And now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved Runaway But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone?

In unfortunate news, the singer known as PERISHED HART has died from suspected Suicide, more details to come This is fucking crazy How is anyone supposed to handle all this shit? Just give me some guidance Shut your fucking mouth all I need is silence I be flying higher than a kamikaze Get so fucking high I don't know where the sky is Put my Lamborghini into autopilot Nah I'm fucking, bitch I drive a Honda Pilot Schizophrenic let's remember how to end it In the meantime pop a couple dozen Xanax And a fifth of rum or vodka it's a preference Relax, this will only take a couple seconds My biggest goal is making fucking bangers, like this Like that, listen, screaming out of fucking anger I wanna fade to black with a platinum plaque Or are these just delusions of grandeur? Hold my hand while I burn in hell But you let go It made me sad for a spell Then I realized that it never mattered I be flying higher than a kamikaze Get so fucking high I don't know where the sky is Put my Lamborghini into autopilot Nah I'm fucking, bitch I drive a Honda Pilot Schizophrenic let's remember how to end it In the meantime pop a couple dozen Xanax And a fifth of rum or vodka it's a preference Relax, this will only take a couple seconds