I miss that old Sadistik vibe. That slow melodic feel, With the razor tip verse.

Every time he speaks, you feel it a little more.

"I need the dark today to see the stars decay" -I felt that.

"And I grieve with the leaves 'til I pray it's not autumn." -I felt that.

I've never smoked a carton. But I've kissed a man that has.

Now my voice in changing That morning-after rasp.

When the wires burn through You can feel the lights dim.

Summoning the energy to make the changes necessary.

Begins to take the name of a Miracle. But i am tired.

Dear god, I've became a magnet to negativity and grey energy.

While you're calling for me, I'll lay in this high grass,

File away my thoughts and breathe in the smoke

As it passes over me.

Lungs full. Sight clouded.

I'm singing to myself.

Looking for that punch verse, That will motivate and lift me.

A lot like relying on another's words to fix me,

You're still on your pedestal, Self-absorbed, calling for me.

Nothing changes -If nothing changes.

And we're dancing to the same Echos. .

repeat.

I'm waiting for that old Sadistik vibe.

That slow melodic feel, With the razor tip verse.

Everytime he speaks, I need to feel it a little more.

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Music Credit goes to Sadistik - "Eden"