Lyrics
The fruit of my labor is growing mold
The results of my efforts are decaying.
Can the same be said for yours?
Are your efforts facing a similar fate?
You're still worth it at your worst
You still hold value even in your lowest moments.
I know you'll never let it go
You won't let go of something important.
Down from the cradle to the grave
Throughout life, from birth to death.
Your pleasure is gone, consequence remains
Your joy has vanished, but consequences linger.
They cast their pearls down to the swine
Valuable things are being wasted on those who don't appreciate them.
If the truth kills them they can die
If the truth harms them, they can face the consequences.
I never fail to not impress, can't take the pressure
I consistently fail to impress, struggling under pressure.
To ride your miserable carousel forever
To endure your miserable experiences indefinitely.
The fruit of my labor is growing mold
A repetition of line 1, emphasizing the decay of efforts.
Trust the sacred as I should
To trust and respect what is considered sacred.
Gave up innocence for evil
Sacrificing innocence for malevolence without success.
Yet it never even worked
Despite efforts, the malevolence didn't yield the desired results.
How mother didn't teach you right
Reflecting on how a mother failed to teach proper values.
I'll sing a prayer to save her life
Offering a prayer to save a life.
They cast what's holy to the dogs
Valuable things are being given to those who don't appreciate them, yet again.
Only to half-bloom, die, and rot
Only to partially blossom, perish, and decay.
I never fail to not impress can't take the pressure
Consistently failing to impress, unable to handle the pressure.
To ride your miserable carousel forever
To endure your miserable experiences indefinitely, repeated from line 10.
Tell a new tale, go on take your time
Encouraging the creation of a new narrative, taking time to do so.
Nothing too real for a mind like mine
Nothing too authentic for a mind like mine.
Tell a new tale, it don't need to rhyme
Telling a new story that doesn't necessarily have to follow a rhyme.
All of your shit ain't shit to mine
Disregarding others' problems as insignificant compared to one's own.
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