Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
Wish the words were flowing, and I was all-knowing of the destination
The frustrations growing
There is no denying nothingness is tiring
Feeling present but it's nothing I'm providing - I sing
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
Write a line, but can't get down a phrase
Maybe sentence one was a mistake
Start it again, again and again
Going insane, insane and insane (But I write for)
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm am used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
State of consciousness I never have to see it through
Stream of nothingness, identify it's nothing new
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
Alex Garla - Starchild Lyrics
Alex Garla - Starchild Lyrics
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Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
Wish the words were flowing, and I was all-knowing of the destination
The frustrations growing
There is no denying nothingness is tiring
Feeling present but it's nothing I'm providing - I sing
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
Write a line, but can't get down a phrase
Maybe sentence one was a mistake
Start it again, again and again
Going insane, insane and insane (But I write for)
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm am used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
State of consciousness I never have to see it through
Stream of nothingness, identify it's nothing new
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
Wish the words were flowing, and I was all-knowing of the destination
The frustrations growing
There is no denying nothingness is tiring
Feeling present but it's nothing I'm providing - I sing
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
Write a line, but can't get down a phrase
Maybe sentence one was a mistake
Start it again, again and again
Going insane, insane and insane (But I write for)
Hours and hours and it's useless
Though, it's not a foreign circumstance I'm am used to this
Success, hopeless
What have I got to do to impress?
Think I can't finish up, blank pages make it tough
Feeling reckless and blind, where's my mind?
Like my heads in the sky, in the end I imply... I am finished, I give up to the block
To the block... it's self doubting will I ever be enough?
Fronting confidence but calling my own bluff
See the writing on the walls and all above
Can this position ever be overcome?
State of consciousness I never have to see it through
Stream of nothingness, identify it's nothing new
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know
Writer: Alex Garla
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