John Reuben - Bury This Verse lyrics
[John Reuben - Bury This Verse lyrics]
They say the best art comes
From an unhealthy place
So this will be the last
Record that I ever make
Afraid to become the sad
Song you're listening to
Sweetheart when I die, please
Burn my journals
Tried to outsmart my feelings
But the heart's too revealing
Spending more time covering up mistakes
Than learning from them
Project your persona, control self awareness
We want the truth until it's about us
Too awkward for the mainstream
Too blunt to be spiritual
Every word you write's under a microscope
Hard to be free when the room closes in
Hard to write the hot shit with a frozen pen
Self control is gonna hurt your potential
Before it's out your lips
You're thinking censorship
Is it brilliance, destructive
Or just obnoxious?
Just another self absorbed
Artist being honest
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
Ideas for the sake of ideas
Lead to more ideas
Is that the big idea? Pontificate
Think a man needs to find his place
So stand there looking stupid
With nothing to say
Cause everybody's bored and over informed
And everything that can be
Has been exploited
The world is smaller but none the wiser
Full of information without experience
To apply it
On some King Solomon "it's all meaningless"
Cause they don't build monuments for critics
Never take advice from miserable men
Even the brightest minds prove inadequate
Art for the quasi, song for the smart guy
New paradigm like we're the
First ones to realize
The world is ugly, critics need a darling
Say something jarring or tug
On the heartstrings
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
Constantly distracted, killed by committee
Kill creativity please stop talking
The further we get, just a small fingerprint
Always been an old soul who
Believes music's a gift
A way of life engrained in your DNA
If I don't put it in a
Verse it stays in the veins
Got a clean slate
Staring at a blank page and
I can be anything, let the words play
Form and take shape, words hold weight
Take the matter in my own hand
Watch my pen bend
Journaling turning the present into memories
We can enjoy it now when it's history
Thank God for giving us opportunities
Keep it new to me like I'm soon to be
Fresh on the scene, wide eyed and green
Forever young, growing old gracefully
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
(Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this)
From an unhealthy place
So this will be the last
Record that I ever make
Afraid to become the sad
Song you're listening to
Sweetheart when I die, please
Burn my journals
Tried to outsmart my feelings
But the heart's too revealing
Spending more time covering up mistakes
Than learning from them
Project your persona, control self awareness
We want the truth until it's about us
Too awkward for the mainstream
Too blunt to be spiritual
Every word you write's under a microscope
Hard to be free when the room closes in
Hard to write the hot shit with a frozen pen
Self control is gonna hurt your potential
Before it's out your lips
You're thinking censorship
Is it brilliance, destructive
Or just obnoxious?
Just another self absorbed
Artist being honest
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
Ideas for the sake of ideas
Lead to more ideas
Is that the big idea? Pontificate
Think a man needs to find his place
So stand there looking stupid
With nothing to say
Cause everybody's bored and over informed
And everything that can be
Has been exploited
The world is smaller but none the wiser
Full of information without experience
To apply it
On some King Solomon "it's all meaningless"
Cause they don't build monuments for critics
Never take advice from miserable men
Even the brightest minds prove inadequate
Art for the quasi, song for the smart guy
New paradigm like we're the
First ones to realize
The world is ugly, critics need a darling
Say something jarring or tug
On the heartstrings
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
Constantly distracted, killed by committee
Kill creativity please stop talking
The further we get, just a small fingerprint
Always been an old soul who
Believes music's a gift
A way of life engrained in your DNA
If I don't put it in a
Verse it stays in the veins
Got a clean slate
Staring at a blank page and
I can be anything, let the words play
Form and take shape, words hold weight
Take the matter in my own hand
Watch my pen bend
Journaling turning the present into memories
We can enjoy it now when it's history
Thank God for giving us opportunities
Keep it new to me like I'm soon to be
Fresh on the scene, wide eyed and green
Forever young, growing old gracefully
Bu ry this
Bury this verse deep inside the earth verse
Dig it up in a thousand years
(Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this
Bury this bury this Verse
Bury this bury this bury this)