What I've Learned

There are people that have blessed my abnormal existence
With a light much stronger than any divine wisdom
Some of them were devils, some of them were angels
All of them were teachers on the lookout for redemption
But the one thing they all share as human beings
Is this obstinate, inexorable tick-tock-ticking
For time won't bend its course for a King's entertainment
For no one will be spared no matter what their legacy is
The rain drumming on my head
Hits me like
Hits me like the kick and the snare
The rain drumming on my head
Hits me like kicks and snares
And opens the vaults of my memory
From the evil what I learned is to beware of it's innocence
From the good what I gathered is that I'll question its existence
From the stoics what I learned is the power of acceptance
From my parents I inherited undeniable persistence
This is little dots of knowledge among lines of ignorance
This is 2am scribbles from the city of my origin
This is what I picked up from the Chaplinesque coexistence
Of the comic and the tragic and the beauty away from the limelight
The rain drumming on my head
Hits me like
Hits me like the kick and the snare
The rain drumming on my head
Hits me like the kick and the snare
And opens the vault
The rain drumming on my head
Hit me like the kick and the snare
The rain drumming on my head
Hits me like
Hits me like the kick and the snare
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush
And the fear of forgetting grows large
And it feeds off the memories
And steals your scent, your touch
And drowns your voice to a hush