Crywank - Crumpledbigskin lyrics
[Crywank - Crumpledbigskin lyrics]
I want to create
To maybe find those who relate
But my struggles feel inadequate
And all I make just simulates
What I can't explain
And it feels like I feign
These difficulties, opportunistically
To capitalize off my pain
To make art from something difficult
Well, I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralizing patterns
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen
Is it inspiration
Is it a way of confronting? Am I stagnating?
Or am I overcoming? I feel likе sharing this
Is so unbecoming and though I want to vent
And pay the rеnt
Perhaps it’s better to do nothing
How much do I undermine
My own and others trauma?
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt my self so much
Are my tragedies authentic
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
Well If someone I love dies
Will I find I start to write
An entire concept album
About how they're no longer alive?
And will it really be needed
To profit from the process?
Does it come from a need
To make art to survive
Or just dramatic excess? If there's a fire
And I think I’m gonna die
The more I repeat it
The more it feels like a lie
Well it's not that bad
Well at least at least at least
At least I didn't die
So that this song could be released
To make art from something difficult
Well, I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralizing patterns
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
How much do I undermine
My own and others trauma?
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt my self so much
Are my tragedies authentic
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
To maybe find those who relate
But my struggles feel inadequate
And all I make just simulates
What I can't explain
And it feels like I feign
These difficulties, opportunistically
To capitalize off my pain
To make art from something difficult
Well, I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralizing patterns
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen
Is it inspiration
Is it a way of confronting? Am I stagnating?
Or am I overcoming? I feel likе sharing this
Is so unbecoming and though I want to vent
And pay the rеnt
Perhaps it’s better to do nothing
How much do I undermine
My own and others trauma?
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt my self so much
Are my tragedies authentic
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?
Well If someone I love dies
Will I find I start to write
An entire concept album
About how they're no longer alive?
And will it really be needed
To profit from the process?
Does it come from a need
To make art to survive
Or just dramatic excess? If there's a fire
And I think I’m gonna die
The more I repeat it
The more it feels like a lie
Well it's not that bad
Well at least at least at least
At least I didn't die
So that this song could be released
To make art from something difficult
Well, I know it can be healing
But how much do I rely
On self-destructive feelings
Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire
Is demoralizing patterns
Is it really constructive
To wait for the next bad thing to happen?
How much do I undermine
My own and others trauma?
When I quickly repurpose it
As sellable melodrama?
Sometimes I doubt my self so much
Are my tragedies authentic
Or just a creative writing tool
For me to make a buck quick?