Ghostwrite Lyrics - Singles - Bad Astronaut

I am limbo, waiting on a window 

Stuck inside an interval 

I know it's unattainable 

Covered by a label's name 

Labeled by geography 

On a dying dark horse 

Placing 

I am a plagiarist 

Feeble picking up a pen 

Between a sonic precedent 

Any age I represent 

Old enough to own the store 

The noise I make, like an arrogant ingrate 

I'm not noteworthy for a loyalty 

The forefathers who are redeemed 

Most of whom I never revered 

Never needed or never even heard 

Emulating individuals 

Cloning the new originals 

Follow us for king land rituals 

I am a spokesman for a derivative 

Travelling salesman 

Selling old narrative 

True sounds of liberty 

Straining through my voice 

Only heard in their code 

One noise 

Once an introvert 

Spewing my entire worth 

Regurgitating their words from it 

Second coming, a second strings 

They're personating the real thing 

The odd guys that wrote bad songs 

A drug addict's dead and gone 

Who wrote the song that sold my voice 

Forcing to make my choices 

And the name they chose for me 

And the name chosen for me 

Finally, here I am 

Said to be made again 

Posing weathered statues 

Standing on old attributes 

Getting sick of this 

Feeling ridiculous 

I'm an overtold joke's punchline 

I am limbo, waiting on a window 

Resonating old song 

You're not so long 

Scraping the bread off my forehead 

At the speed of nearly dead 

I never found what never made 

To the sound I've already betrayed 

It's the name they chose for me 

It's the name they chose for me 

Follow us for king land ritual