Music: Youcef Maamri
See I got a feeling
Like static in my hands
Why am I reaching for the ceiling
From the attic where I stand?
I've got nothing else to prove
There's nothing left for me to chase
So why's my body on the move
Like the walls reject me from this place?
Sweet taste of numbing
Stealing all of the praise
Will keep running
Till I'm fully in daze
Now I'm barely breathing
Let the expectations go
Won't bother looking for a reason
Since my mind moves on it's own
Kept the grinding on repeat
Just to turn my blood to gold
A masterpiece that's obsolete
Or another story to be told
Sweet taste of numbing
Stealing all of the praise
Will keep running
Till I'm fully in daze
Sweet taste of numbing
Stealing all of the praise
Will keep running
Till I'm fully in daze