Letra de Quality Over Opinion - Louis Cole

Right in the middle

Happiness and sadness balanced like a peak and valley of a sine wave

Existing forever like an ocean wave

Doing its job without giving a shit about my short timeline

Impossible

But the glass ceiling of infinity will never stop me

It never has

Dripping golden blood from important arteries as I smash through once again

Screaming, "More love, less hate"

The words rattling my boney ribcage

At that moment, I realize I'm actually in my apartment wearing yesterday's clothes

Trying to make my keyboard and mouse sing like the voices in my head

On an ergonomic rolling throne

A million mouse clicks away

A trillion mouse clicks away

From the light at the end of a twisted and incredible tunnel

A journey with no true end and a beginning too far away to remember

Never waiting at the inspiration train stations

Walking the rusty tracks for unimaginable miles

Past millions of filtered mediocre ideas

And trillions of dead notes

I would like to use every shred of spirit I was given in this life

And every other

Too hard on myself, too proud

Caring too much, not choosing

Sometimes hating, always loving

Quality over opinion every time

Fads die, realness stays forever in the universe

Becoming the warm microwave background

Hugging the hot pocket of existence

Frozen in the center

Colder than the stares of lost soul judgement

Somehow penetrating through the deepest depths of what matters

Into a shallow oasis of poserosity

I see them sketching things too big to see with their eyes

Like being in the middle of a nebula you wouldn't know surrounds you

Birthing bright beautiful stars from parts of itself

Surrounding us

The dark sky gets brighter little by little and I spend my littlest moments

Trying to radiate to the point of combustion

Inferno becoming the room temperature

A true star

In these moments, I realize I'm actually just an asteroid-riding cum bubble that hit the right temperature rock

Pure survival, but never satisfied with evolution's natural pace

Pushing my limbs through cell walls and amphibious skin

My path is up to me, our path is up to us

But we need each other

Tell your friends, these words are for you

The desperate calls for attention become dying white noise

Listening for my own voice among the over-saturated airwaves

Looking for my own shadow under the eclipse of an incoming illuminati dildo

Waiting for the ambulance of authenticity

Watching us measure worlds with a ruler

Guess after guess after guess after guess

But at the end

Every single one of us needs something called "the real thing"

And at the end

Every single one of us lives and dies on a piece of land called "my own terms"

Another sunrise in my small room

Through my walls, hear the distant booms

Another alarm set by my bed

Begins another big bang in my head

Too hard on myself, too proud

Caring too much, not choosing

Sometimes hating, always loving

Too hard on myself, too proud

Caring too much, not choosing

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

Sometimes hating, always loving

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