Besedila: Phat Chance. Angels In My Ears.

When Ia??m not making music I feel fake as hell;
But still I do this to escape myself;
And get lost in it, how can I feel like Ia??m trying to find;
A sign that my lifea??s not just a waste of my health;

When Ia??m here because I failed to jump;
The saddest part of this all is that Ia??m not making it up;
My whole lifea??s another tale of betrayal and lust;
Where everybody that we lovea??s slowly fading to dust;

So I can barely face the morning sunlight;
Like work was a war with a morbid frontline;
Maybe Ia??m at peace with my boredom sometimes,
Or maybe Ia??m afraid to get up and touch life;

I dona??t do it cause I love my home;
I do it cause I cana??t leave my comfort zone,
Ia??ve got fears and hesitations, and cana??t clear my head of the taste
Of my memories and failures;

Ia??ve got a few bones to pick with god or the devil, or
Whoever is responsible for letting me be present, here;
And let me make it perfectly clear;
Ita??s life itself, not hell or heaven that I fear;



Ia??ve got angels singing in my ears;
Ia??ve got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head;
And I hope I never forget;
All the wisdom in the things that theya??ve said;

Ia??ve got music playing in my ears;
Ia??ve got an artists soul but a childs fears,
Ia??ve got lessons learnt at my best and worst,
And Ia??m just waiting for the skies to clear;

I treat my beats like theya??re bad news,

Cause therea??s no hiding from it, or the tidings they bring;
Thata??s why I see my ink stains like tattoos,
Cause when you break it down Ia??m really writing on my skin;

I think Ia??m looking for an avenue to raise a complaint
With whatever big cheese about the pace of the day,
Cause I really saw my youth like a playful parade,
So who the hell was on these city roofs making it rain;

And who can I blame, for the state of my brain,
Or the way we sit apart when wea??re taking the train;
I dona??t know if ita??s art, or ita??s fate;
Or if I should point the finger at the mirror when Ia??m shaving today;



Cause at heart, Ia??m just a confused boy;
With feelings under wrap like protecting a new toy;
And while I find it hard to breathe through that packaging,
I aint gonna leave cause Ia??m scared of these mannequins;

Wea??re all running around trying to act like we get it,
When we dona??t, even know where wea??re headed,
And if I did, I might have something worth telling,
Though the likelihood is someone already said it,

But Ia??ve got angels singing in my ears;
Ia??ve got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head;
And I hope I never forget;
All the wisdom in the things that theya??ve said;

Ia??ve got music playing in my ears;
Ia??ve got an artists soul but a childs fears,
Ia??ve got lessons learnt at my best and worst,
And Ia??m just waiting for the skies to clear;