[male vocals] I
feel
like
giving
up
Sometimes
i
feel
like
throwing
up
the
towel,
i
feel
like
throwing
in
the
spanner,
sometimes
the
figures
aint
adding,
sometimes
the
dots
aint
connecting,
sometimes
it
seems
your
efforts
aint
strong
enough
to
move
mountains.
I
see
myself
leaping
in
the
place
quitting,
jigging
in
the
gap
of
diping,
vibing
in
the
hole
of
razzing,
reeling
in
the
realm
of
painful
chocking,
loving
up
in
the
arms
of
dying,
gracing
and
glowing
in
the
horizon
of
disgrace.
In
all,
i
feel
like
quitting,
i
feel
like
closing
this
very
chapter,
i
feel
like
closing
the
doors
against
all
faces
that
i
have
known
for
years,
i
feel
like
running
away
to
a
strange
land,
i
feel
like
all
the
odds
are
working
against
me.
The
mockery
looks
louder,
the
jest
looks
prettier,
the
envy
speaks
nastier,
the
gang
up
looks
weightier,
the
jibes
from
friends
seem
tougher,
walking
becomes
heavier,
the
thinking
cap
seems
numb
and
dumb.
Looking
at
the
horizon
is
difficult,
every
beat
worsen
it
all,
the
sounds
and
echoes
become
boring,
every
step
recoil
past
pains,
every
thought
cuts
the
heart
beat,
every
yell
unlock
the
hell
in
me.
I
see
myself
leaping
in
the
place
quitting,
jigging
in
the
gap
of
diping,
vibing
in
the
hole
of
razzing,
reeling
in
the
realm
of
painful
chocking,
loving
up
in
the
arms
of
dying,
gracing
and
glowing
in
the
horizon
of
disgrace.
I
feel
like
hiding
away
for
forever,
i
feel
like
wearing
the
cover
of
darkness,
i
feel
like
wearing
this
mask
of
unthinkable
arts,
this
cruelity
seems
unending,
this
feels
like
an
endless
thread
of
fire
running
through
the
wind
of
fever.
I
wish
this
cup
can
pass
over,
i
wish
i
could
change
my
fate
for
fame,
i
wish
i
could
grow
and
wings
fly
away
into
eternity,
i
wish
i
could
just
vanish
with
the
winds,
i
wish
i
could
wipe
away
my
past
profiles
and
stories,
i
wish
i
could
wipe
clean
all
the
faces
i
have
ever
seen.
Time
running
against
me,
the
tiding
rising
against
my
boat,
the
winds
looking
unfriendly,
my
boat
is
tossing
at
the
mercy
of
this
terrifying
winds
and
waves.
The
fountain
of
tears
is
dried
up.
The
arms
are
tired
of
stiring
the
oars.
I
see
myself
leaping
in
the
place
quitting,
jigging
in
the
gap
of
diping,
vibing
in
the
hole
of
razzing,
reeling
in
the
realm
of
painful
chocking,
loving
up
in
the
arms
of
dying,
gracing
and
glowing
in
the
horizon
of
disgrace.
All
of
sudden,
the
bliss
of
the
sun
fill
me,
darkness
suddenly
disappear,
the
waves
of
happiness
envelop
my
heart,
the
waterlines
of
pains
and
penury
vanished
like
a
column
of
smoke.
I
can
see
the
horizon
clearly,
everything
looking
crystal
clear
and
beautiful,
now
i
wear
a
new
smile
like
the
birth
of
the
sunrise
at
the
dawn,
my
thinking
cap
looks
fit
and
festive,
boons
and
blooms.
The
sound
of
the
sea,
the
battering
sound
of
the
waves,
the
twittering
sound
of
the
birds,
cacophonies
of
the
sea
water
against
the
rock,
all
sounding
like
a
perfect
blends
of
great
vibes
and
beats.
I
see
myself
leaping
in
the
place
quitting,
jigging
in
the
gap
of
diping,
vibing
in
the
hole
of
razzing,
reeling
in
the
realm
of
painful
chocking,
loving
up
in
the
arms
of
dying,
gracing
and
glowing
in
the
horizon
of
disgrace.
The
bliss
of
the
sun
turned
my
gloom
to
glow,
my
doom
to
bloom,
my
blues
to
booms,
my
singe
to
series,
my
gloom
to
glittering
grits,
webs
of
panging
pain
to
polishing
posh.
No
more
pale
and
pain,
no
more
penury
and
problems,
no
more
wind
of
rush
and
hush,
no
more
hiding
and
hard
caps,
no
more
doom
and
gloom
of
loom
and
hum,
no
more
huff
and
puff.
I
dont
care
about
the
numbers,
the
laughter
and
mockery
dont
move
whom
i
have
become,
i
dont
care,
i
dont
embrace
negative
energies
anymore.
I'm
born
to
make
rains
and
spread
the
sun.
I
see
myself
leaping
in
the
place
of
quitting,
jigging
in
the
gap
of
diping,
vibing
in
the
hole
of
razzing,
reeling
in
the
realm
of
painful
chocking,
loving
up
in
the
arms
of
dying,
gracing
and
glowing
in
the
horizon
of
disgrace.