Louis Cole - Quality Over Opinion lyrics
[Louis Cole - Quality Over Opinion lyrics]
Right in the middle
Happiness and sadness balanced like a peak
And valley of a sine wave
Existing forever like an ocean wave
Doing it's job without giving a
Shit about my short timeline impossible
But the glass ceiling of infinity
Will never stop me it never has
Dripping golden blood from
Important arteries as
I smash through once again
Screaming, "More love, less hate"
The words rattling my boney ribcage
At that moment, i realize I'm actually in my
Apartment wearing yеsterday's clothes
Trying to make my kеyboard and mouse sing
Like the voices in my head
On an ergonomic rolling throne
A million mouse clicks away
A trillion mouse clicks away
From the light at the end of
A twisted and incredible tunnel
A journey with no true end and a
Beginning too far away to remember
Never waiting at the
Inspiration train stations
Walking the rusty tracks
For unimaginable miles
Past millions of filtered mediocre ideas
And trillions of dead notes
I would like to use every shred of
Spirit I was given in this life
And every other
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Quality over opinion every time fads die
Realness stays forever in the universe
Becoming the warm microwave background
Hugging the hot pocket of existence
Frozen in the center
Colder than the stares of lost soul judgement
Somehow penetrating through the deepest
Depths of what matters
Into a shallow oasis of poserosity
I see them sketching things too big
To see with their eyes
Like being in the middle of a
Nebula you wouldn't know surrounds you
Birthing bright beautiful stars from
Parts of it'self surrounding us
The dark sky gets brighter little by little
And I spend my littlest moments
Trying to radiate to the point of combustion
Inferno becoming the room temperature
A true star in these moments
I realize I'm actually just
An asteroid-riding cum
Bubble that hit the right temperature rock
Pure survival, but never satisfied with
Evolution's natural pace
Pushing my limbs through cell
Walls and amphibious skin
My path is up to me, our path is up to us
But we need each other
Tell your friends, these words are for you
The desperate calls for attention
Become dying white noise
Listening for my own voice
Among the over-saturated airwaves
Looking for my own shadow under the
Eclipse of an incoming illuminati dildo
Waiting for the ambulance of authenticity
Watching us measure worlds with a ruler
Guess after guess after guess after guess
But at the end every single one of us needs
Something called "the real thing"
And at the end
Every single one of us lives and dies on
A piece of land called "my own terms"
Another sunrise in my small room
Through my walls, hear the distant booms
Another alarm set by my bed
Begins another big bang in my head
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Happiness and sadness balanced like a peak
And valley of a sine wave
Existing forever like an ocean wave
Doing it's job without giving a
Shit about my short timeline impossible
But the glass ceiling of infinity
Will never stop me it never has
Dripping golden blood from
Important arteries as
I smash through once again
Screaming, "More love, less hate"
The words rattling my boney ribcage
At that moment, i realize I'm actually in my
Apartment wearing yеsterday's clothes
Trying to make my kеyboard and mouse sing
Like the voices in my head
On an ergonomic rolling throne
A million mouse clicks away
A trillion mouse clicks away
From the light at the end of
A twisted and incredible tunnel
A journey with no true end and a
Beginning too far away to remember
Never waiting at the
Inspiration train stations
Walking the rusty tracks
For unimaginable miles
Past millions of filtered mediocre ideas
And trillions of dead notes
I would like to use every shred of
Spirit I was given in this life
And every other
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Quality over opinion every time fads die
Realness stays forever in the universe
Becoming the warm microwave background
Hugging the hot pocket of existence
Frozen in the center
Colder than the stares of lost soul judgement
Somehow penetrating through the deepest
Depths of what matters
Into a shallow oasis of poserosity
I see them sketching things too big
To see with their eyes
Like being in the middle of a
Nebula you wouldn't know surrounds you
Birthing bright beautiful stars from
Parts of it'self surrounding us
The dark sky gets brighter little by little
And I spend my littlest moments
Trying to radiate to the point of combustion
Inferno becoming the room temperature
A true star in these moments
I realize I'm actually just
An asteroid-riding cum
Bubble that hit the right temperature rock
Pure survival, but never satisfied with
Evolution's natural pace
Pushing my limbs through cell
Walls and amphibious skin
My path is up to me, our path is up to us
But we need each other
Tell your friends, these words are for you
The desperate calls for attention
Become dying white noise
Listening for my own voice
Among the over-saturated airwaves
Looking for my own shadow under the
Eclipse of an incoming illuminati dildo
Waiting for the ambulance of authenticity
Watching us measure worlds with a ruler
Guess after guess after guess after guess
But at the end every single one of us needs
Something called "the real thing"
And at the end
Every single one of us lives and dies on
A piece of land called "my own terms"
Another sunrise in my small room
Through my walls, hear the distant booms
Another alarm set by my bed
Begins another big bang in my head
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Too hard on myself, too proud
Caring too much, not choosing
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving
Sometimes hating, always loving