Calisthenia

Not a Color

Compositor: Não Disponível

Dumbbells of gold, rollers made of cash
So beautiful, it's that kind of trash
That fills all the holes of society's pets
These weights don't lift me up, I lift them instead

Beats me but it feels I'm alive
It feels I'm alive
Still alive
Beats me but it feels I'm alive
It feels I'm alive
Still alive

I'm waiting the world to tell how much is my
Net value cause this I cannot define
Validation is everything I'm looking for
I need it so I don't feel empty inside

Beats me but it feels I'm alive
It feels I'm alive
Still alive
Beats me but it feels I'm alive
It feels I'm alive
Still alive

Oh, I wish that I was alive
But all that I got
Is outside
Beats me what this is about
I've never heard of
Calisthenia