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• Artiste: Felix Culpa (The)
• Titre: An Instrument
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i don't remember ever being someone else but here i am, on this stage singing like i mean it watching you stare back at me like you've seen a ghost, which is pretty close you can see through what i believed in i was an instrument, i was a messenger but what you are doesn't matter until you've sold it and i've nothing left for you to buy i let you watch us whither in the name of something bigger i guess that i was given something greater than my hands could hold i know that i could fake this and you'd eat it up but it's not in me to cheat your parents out of their money see, i'm no more a tortured artist than a self-serving, temperamental addict to the sound of my own praise and i could write for days and days without finding a word that would bear repeating but still, i can't put this pen down, like it's going to somehow make you proud or make me more of a man than i am now, or allow us the words to respond for the years that this song has taken and i've nothing left for us to say so this is where i brought us to float without a purpose the fire i lit consumed us the boat, the crew, the tourists we all paid to be something greater than my hands could hold