THREE YEARS کے بول

Turn the radio up 'Cause I'm about to be real This is too much to feel Like an endless cut But I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill Three years I tried to get myself right I've lost my sense of where I need to stand Tried not to look at the pain, blood, and combat No more 'Cause now it's time for me to finally wake up from this narcissistic shitshow And see the world for what it is, a vicious rodeo Where daily lies and shiny things have made us hollow But I promise you there'll be a new tomorrow Hear the roar from above and below I will break it, break this vicious rodеo Turn the radio up 'Cause I'm about to be rеal This is too much to feel Like an endless cut But I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill Restless but frail, so close to derail Three years my silence was deafening Slave to my comfort, a phantom that of some sort No more 'Cause now it's time for me to finally wake up from this narcissistic shitshow And see the world for what it is, a vicious rodeo Where daily lies and shiny things have made us hollow But I promise you there'll be a new tomorrow Turn the radio up 'Cause I'm about to be real This is too much to feel Like an endless cut But I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill Now that I'm back I won't quit and I won't say I'm sorry The charades have passed, clearing up the mess Finally, I'm able to see, now it is rage I carry The charades have passed, clearing up the mess Hear the roar from above and below I will break it, break this vicious rodeo Turn the radio up 'Cause I'm about to be real This is too much to feel Like an endless cut But I'm not gonna hold still I will fight, fight up the hill I'm not gonna hold still I will fight, fight up the hill I'm not gonna hold still I will fight up the hill