Pale Cicada from Pale Cicada by Makeunder

I wanna drift away from this brutal town
let it sink into the ground with no story to tell
a dying thunder in the darkness
rattling in its mouth

These days I'm living in a run-down plaster home
where I witness the years peeling off one by one -
The pale cicada in the autumn
singing all alone

I know that I can't help myself
How do I live
with this sadness?

Give me something real

I can't help myself from feeling down
When I know what I'm predisposed to
Don't tell me who I am

I can't help but make you the effect of my cause
Oh yes I wish I could believe I was someone that I never was
And will never be

What is that shadow need that's telling you to say
That you claim my spirit but you never did relate?
Telling me I'm a dying thunder in a wreck-yard chest
Driving over the tracks, clapping hands with the Dead

singing I know that I can't help myself
How do I live
with this sadness?

Yeah give me something real
Before I sink into the ground with no story to tell

I can't help myself from feeling down
When I know what I'm predisposed to
Don't tell me who I am

I can't help but make you the effect of my cause
Oh yes I wish I could believe I was someone that I never was

Maybe I'll always be
The pale cicada,
Singing alone in this rough trash city

I know that I can't help myself
How do I live
With this sadness?

Give me something real
Before I sink into the ground with no story to tell

• Experimental
• R&B
• Soul
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• orchestral
• rock
• Oakland