I don't crave death, I just crave peace I don't crave death, I just crave peace We don't crave death, I just crave peace I don't crave death, I just crave peace Yo, yo, yo, yo I couldn't use words to describe The way I mold words with my mind It ain't worth your time I scribble with a certain design That screams I'm perfectly fine Sure, what a lie (ugh) Life is a bookshelf covered in sand I found it buried in the desert With a glove in my hand Uncovered by the shutters I had come to withstand I'm lacking everything From shelter to a love for the land I pulled the first work off the shelf And opened up a page I saw the chapter it portrayed A better flowers and the rain Thought that it was arbitrary Till I saw the Angus Started shifting on the paper and to everything I say Saw myself painting pictures with the crumbling crayon That I'm holding in the fumbling hand Feel the sun where I stand Started meltin' into nothing but plans That I would never set to motion as the puddle of man So I slammed the book quickly 'fore I headed to the exit You never know who's gonna to be the last to hear your message I have decided to be impressed with the variety of lessons I suppose I should ask myself the final nagging question like When I die will they care Will they cry will they stare Where my eyes are closed And do the numbers really matter when the pride isn't there Will I ever feel success for Will I smile at the pros How many times Can I make the same damn song before it gets old How many times Do I have to tackle this demon before it gets dethroned How many times can I write The same damn song before it gets old How many times Do I have to tackle this demon You were waiting at the station for a train I was awkwardly complacent in my ways Started pacing when I didn't see your face Pulled my book out of my bag and flipped it open to a page Considering the path that I had taken on this day Soon enough I'd finish I was simply blown away It was the story that I'd heard a million times But it seemed that it was different when the atmosphere was gray So I started walking past the things that once had made me blind Soon or past ampersand landing so align ed That the planets and the stars were soon to follow close behind And the image of their uniform embedded in my mind It was more a decoration than it ever was a sign A declaration of a pattern I've designed Extrapolation in the form of writing rhymes And filling in the blanks that still existed time to time Wondering How will I escape from this place If the air beyond question was created in my wake It's impossible to ever disconnect you from your thoughts So my conscience started shaping up the way it is today And never will I ever let the memories decay 'Cause the magic from the present is a relic of the past Who has overstepped its boundaries regarding when To stay and when to leave is really nothing but a question of what lasts so, How will I escape from this place If the air beyond question was created in my wake It's impossible to ever disconnect you from your thoughts So my conscience started shaping up the way it is today And never will I ever let the memories decay 'Cause the magic from the present is a relic of the past Who has overstepped its boundaries regarding when To stay and when to leave is really nothing but a question of what lasts so