Alyssa Marie - Train of Thought (HeartBeat)

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LYRICS

I just feel like going off, spit it raw, no particular concept 
a littered mindset that when it's split from the context 
can seem a little sick, a little different at times 
Until I find that middle bridge between their thinking and mind 
it's quick witted, stick with it and find, yes, I'm insane 
I was driven there by the same train of thought that obsession reigned 
as conductor; guessing games and phases that obstruct the 
Duration of a lesson that's a race for the instructors 
Who can take these balls of clay and make 'em carbon copies faster 
Then label masterpieces of art across 'em, their stature 
is not to capture their heart, but to trap it, trick it to catch it 
and take it as ransom, latching the hatch on it's gate and standing 
in wait, patient until the phase of plan is in action 
a trade of fate for reaction, to face a fatal attraction 
a date to dance with the devil, but I'm taking the lead 
Name on the deed, paid my dues and this time, saved the receipt 

(it's nothing new) I've said it all before, but that's fine 
(it's all the same) They still haven't absorbed half the time 
(I'd make the move) 
(but it never changes) no (it never changes) no (they never do) 
What will you say, what will you do 
what will you do, when it stops being me and starts being you? 

What's this even about? I'll figure out 
til then there's bigger fish to drown, while I down a dose of medicinal bitterness, sipping doubt 
With it, given'll either drive me to win, or drive me insane 
They're prescribed by the same surgeons who's digging inside my brain 
to rewire my thinking and to stitch my open heart shut 
Glue my open mind closed, and twist my vocal chords up 
in order to keep me from speaking 'em both 
So I don't plant any seeds from either they don't want people to grow 
but neither my heart or mind's where I keep 'em, I hold 'em deep
in my soul, where their biggest scalpel won't even get close to reaching 
Seems that most are overreaching and underachieving 
None of 'em know how to leave in peace while there's something to leave with 
Not til their humble achievements crumble to pieces do they evacuate 
and as they trip and stumble to leave, they grab what their back can take 
to carry any fraction of dignity left they see 
and leave the rest in debris 

(it's nothing new) I've said it all before, but that's fine 
(it's all the same) They still haven't absorbed half the time 
(I'd make the move) 
(but it never changes) no (it never changes) no (they never do) 
What will you say, what will you do 
what will you do, when it stops being me and starts being you?