Ren - Hold On lyrics

I got tears on my sleeves, hold on
And holes in these jeans, hold on
I haven't slept in weeks, hold on
I haven't found no peace, hold on
I get mighty tired, hold on
And these tears run dry, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes

I don't belong here in the place
Where life has left me i'm 25 going on 150
My body feels old and I'm trying to lift the
Weight from my soul but
It's moving against me
I've emptied out my tear ducts I
Lift my middle finger up
I'm screaming fuck you to all the
Demons here that keep me stuck
The pain is sharp like paper cuts
I hate them much but yes I trust
I must combust, I must blow up
And muster all this courage up

Boom, sparks fill the room
I feeling the rhythm I move
My soul is more worn than
The soles in my shoes
Nike trainer blues, a man with none to lose
I think I lost my sanity calamity ensues
Poor choice make up
I'll rip out the pages of faith
And I'll roll them up like rizla paper
Descartes lung full of destiny a man with no
Path is a very strange entity

Tears on my sleeves, hold on
And holes in these jeans, hold on
I haven't slept in weeks, hold on
I haven't found no peace, hold on
I get mighty tired, hold on
And these tears run dry, hold on
Two blood shot eyes, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes

Do you ever question your fate (huh?)
The questions I make
Is this all predetermined the
Script or a play
Am I the protagonist in this tragedy
Or will I be the author of stories unmade
If so, I'll dip in my quill to my ink pot
Keep on writing never stop until
My beating heart it flops
I'll write a whole different story
Seen one a boy full of hope
A boy full of glory
Who st-st-st-st Stutters I'm at-at I
Would rather be tougher
Than live it smoothly like butter
But not so bitter ricotta
But so I sit up and shut up it's
Like I a little bit struck up
The courage never to fuck up and
Now I'm feeling the ruckus
Feeling the static and now
I'm feeling the flames
And now I'm feeling the strength inside
The room with my pain
My boxing gloves are my hope that
I trust to bust an uppercut
Cut my demons up (what?)

Boom like a tsunami, smooth like a poonani
Bending words like origami
Salvador I'll be the Dali
Only love like Bob Marley
Golden ticket call me Charlie
Riding Harley, Bengali Tiger style
Call me Arnie (I'll be back)
And I cut the slack, track your back
Relax your inner beast
And then seek your inner peace
And I'll reach the cannopees
And yes we climbing
Building a brave new world inside
A whole new designing

With all this fire we burn like the sun
A new dawn is rising, the new dawn it come
(Ya) Diggity diggity down with
All these corporation
They burn up the land for
The greed that they run
Runs deep with the roots but
Their roots can be lifted
I'll be a renegade
Yes I'll make a fist kid
Tried to seek truth in the kingdom of lies
A boy so lost with two bloodshot eyes

Tears on my sleeves, hold on
And holes in these jeans, hold on
I haven't slept in weeks, hold on
I haven't found no peace, hold on
I get mighty tired, hold on
And these tears run dry, hold on
Two blood shot eyes, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes