Lyrics: Brendon Wilkie/Cole Stevenson/Lady Poetic
Music: uniek tekniek
[Intro: Spoken]
Wilkshake, whaddup
What's up Merk?
Van Island to Vancity
British Columbia, Canada bro
Let’s talk about those hard truths, man. Story time. What’s on your mind?
[Verse 1]
This bottle's breaking, I'm contemplating, it's hard to face it
It's all complacent like mentally I'm incarcerated
What I want is to just be the best me
But all this PTSD won't ever leave me stress-free
I'm trying not to relapse, so I call up Wilkshake
It doesn't take much to remember how all those pills taste
My therapist said my obsession's with the thrill chase
Sick in the head from these traumas, I'm an ill case
The mountain's right there in front of me but I can't climb it
I don't talk about my problems so I'm mad silent
Ignoring everybody's calls like it's bad timing
My second home away from home is still on Van Island
Shout out my homies there, I know they relate
If my heart is on my sleeve then it means it shows my mistakes
Every night all those memories playing back
To that one horrible night I was brutally ****in' stabbed, I'm mad
[Interlude: Wilk (Spoken)]
Uh, that's ****in intense, bro.
I'm sorry you went through that.
But our trauma does not define us, it created us!
We are monsters!
We all got a story to tell. Here's mine:
[Verse 2: Wilk]
I broke 14 bones, laying dead in a ditch
They got Tammy out, 'cause my body didn't flinch
A game of inches, but I was never a bitch
I screamed for my life, people watched on the bridge
The jaws of life cut me out of the wreck
I broke my whole body, except for my neck
I smashed in my skull, but I'm harder than cement
The recovery began as my mind became bent
Years passed by, and all the bones mended
My mind was just fine, or so I pretended
Things got worse, and my happiness ended
Depression set in, I grew more demented
I swallowed it down, and kept myself moving
Sick as a dog, as I grew more polluted
My demons took over, and my love parachuted
I still suffer from it, but life hasn't concluded
[Verse 3: LP]
Listen fellas:
“After all, when a stone is dropped into a
pond, the water continues quivering even
after the stone has sunk to the bottom.”
Gentlemen it's evident with every sentence when the sentiments
Impress upon the present that past conflicts are at rest
But the impact and aftermath is still fresh within your head
And the nightscapes keep escaping the dreamcatcher above your bed
You could set down the suitcase of lost pursuits but you carry it instead
Harboring and celebrating your hardest truths (once again) to the death
Impressing us along the way, as the wayward son once said
Carry on 'cause it's cemented, let us draw in a new breath:
Your catecholamine systems have been extremely sensitized
Far beyond your peers and they don't even realize
How heroic it seems to devise a lyrical tapestry for the wise
You can still bear the scars without the pain that's left behind (it's the proof we're alive)
The ultimate manifestation of dysregulation
Most certainly hurting while you strive and search for elevation
Let it serve your purpose or defy it for condemnation
Your resiliency to catastrophe is worth every word, let it be your salvation
Our humanity is artistic, conceptually realistic
Thank you Wilkshake and Merkules for sharing your gifts, it's
Instinctual, necessary, noble and humble
And if it touches one life, well, then it was worth all the trouble
“Each soliloquy finely threaded in its function
We weave a story for glory
For trauma has no boundaries at this junction”
[Chorus: Amol]
We try so hard
We give so much
Our souls are tired
We had bad luck
We are monsters!
That special touch.
There’s not one thing
That will be too much.
We try so hard
We give so much
Our souls are tired
We had bad luck
We are monsters!
That special touch.
There’s not one thing
That will be too much.