Lyrics:

Somewhere between a life foretold and a life predestined

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air

Just one more bar
(One more bar)

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air
Just one more
(One more bar)

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air
One more
(One more bar)

Paper burning

(One more bar)

Paper burning

Just one more
(One more bar)

Paper burning, smoke rising in the air, never-ending

Mind-freeing thoughts churning in my head, daydreaming
Ink dripping from the pen dancing on the page in familiar ways

Poured my heart out in these lines
Not so hard to see through the lines now

A life full of contradictions, an asthmatic condition

A chronic addiction now fanatic musician

I reminisce about the past
Do we all feel like outcasts to our own kind?
A lone mind won’t mind to be alone, right?

Feel the edge closing waves crashing, slowly sinking

Drowning in my own fears and failures, regret my lone passive behaviors

The fallacies of my fantasies are sweet melodies, like remedies

To my sorrows and anxieties, tomorrow no sobrieties

Wanna borrow new memories, never show my insecurities

Leave em down below in the obscurity and close the cellar door for eternity
Bestow upon society a mere shadow of my identity

Finally fit the mould, never felt so cold
Why seek to conform if we’re all unique?

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side

One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast

Yeah only 22 but I’m already tired, I hit a line or two so I’m already wired

Puddle into a pool, dive in like a fool, follow me if you choose but the water ain’t fine
Head under surface to hide from prying eyes, demons larger than life, terrify in size
Dwelling at the bottom, prophecies of autumn, ageing alcohol turns to cyanide

I fucked up a lot of things, do it over, change just about everything

But nope, only get one shot and one chance to jot it all before the bell rings

Never knowing what tomorrow brings, we march forth forgotten kings

With burnt wings and broken homes, my pen sings in broken hopes

That our curse may be lifted, Atlas gifted a pause,

A mystic once told me it’s all scripted and since then, well I believed it
Deterministic perspectives, lack of interests and objectives
No incentive to invest myself if it’s all predestined

My cynicism is immense, a sinister sinner’s fate
In a sense I evade my self-hatred hiding behind nihilistic intents

I know my sentiments are dense, a mess of loose ends

It’s just a fucking mess of loose ends

You know when you get to that state where like,

People take care of you

You’re so far gone that you can’t even take care of yourself
Sort of the definition of dependency
Paper burning smoke rising in the air
(One more bar)

Paper burning smoke rising in the air
(One more bar)
Paper burning smoke rising in the air
(One more bar)

Paper burning

(One more bar)
Paper burning

(Please one more bar)

Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side

One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide

Too far gone I done picked a side
One more bar and I’ll raise a toast
Confined, in a bind out on the coast
Yeah one more bar and it’s a homicide
Too far gone I done picked a side

One more bar and I’ll be comatose
Tipsy on the liquor in the mood to boast
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar and it’s a suicide
One more bar
(One more bar)
Yeah one more bar
(One more bar)