Solace Lyrics

I will try, my aesthetic is not fit to suit

You cover your lies/eyes, I am the fool/fall at your boot

Maybe too honest for my own good

You know it's not hard, but it's so hard

Just put on a fake mask, confident but you're not sure what you are

Looking to the north star

A touch of gentle melodies

So that my ears are undemanded of me

Just a process a million times remedied

After so long the cure turn into a crutch

My mind stays still

Can't you just give it a chance

A song with which your feet change stance

A new kind of dance, Unfamiliar to your usual path

Just give it a chance

The plant stays rooted but it petals change shape

And the flower to sleep, 'til it re-awakes, yeah

A touch of meddled melodies

Such that my ears are carved

Sowed like the food that keeps you healthy

After so long the cure becomes a love

My mind morphs it's own quill

Fantasy it always bended to my will, dance with me I am the fire you are to spill

And bleed, bleed with me, (Bleed with me)

Into reality, we will spree

(Bleed with me), (We will spree, into reality)

(Bleed with me), (Into reality, we will spree)