I'll tell you I'm okay
To live a bit longer
The clouds are the same grey
As the smoke that fills this room
That I breathe in to forget
The pills that made me a disaster
To free my mind of regret
To convince myself I'll get better
I wished harm on my head
I wanna feel what you felt
I lay high in my bed
With the cards I was dealt
But I'd rather hurt in truth
Than be drifting off in fiction
I wrote these words to get me through
And convince myself I'll get better
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
How can I fix what I can't touch?
It's cold and unfair but life is such
How can I cope with what's not there?
It leaves me rewired but not repaired
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
Babylon Ben Video (MV)
Performed By: As It Is
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: Alistair Ian Testo, Andrew Fletcher Westhead, Benjamin Izzy Biss, Patrick Michael Anthony Foley, Patrick Thomas Walters
As It Is - Babylon Ben Lyrics
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I'll tell you I'm okay
To live a bit longer
The clouds are the same grey
As the smoke that fills this room
That I breathe in to forget
The pills that made me a disaster
To free my mind of regret
To convince myself I'll get better
I wished harm on my head
I wanna feel what you felt
I lay high in my bed
With the cards I was dealt
But I'd rather hurt in truth
Than be drifting off in fiction
I wrote these words to get me through
And convince myself I'll get better
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
How can I fix what I can't touch?
It's cold and unfair but life is such
How can I cope with what's not there?
It leaves me rewired but not repaired
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
To live a bit longer
The clouds are the same grey
As the smoke that fills this room
That I breathe in to forget
The pills that made me a disaster
To free my mind of regret
To convince myself I'll get better
I wished harm on my head
I wanna feel what you felt
I lay high in my bed
With the cards I was dealt
But I'd rather hurt in truth
Than be drifting off in fiction
I wrote these words to get me through
And convince myself I'll get better
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
How can I fix what I can't touch?
It's cold and unfair but life is such
How can I cope with what's not there?
It leaves me rewired but not repaired
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
(I don't want these) thoughts prescribed to me
(I won't just be) fixed to self deceive
Writer: Alistair Ian Testo, Andrew Fletcher Westhead, Benjamin Izzy Biss, Patrick Michael Anthony Foley, Patrick Thomas Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing