What I've Learned Lyrics

There are people that have blessed my abnormal existence

With a light much stronger than any divine wisdom

Some of them were devils, some of them were angels

All of them were teachers on the lookout for redemption

But the one thing they all share as human beings

Is this obstinate, inexorable tick-tock-ticking

For time won't bend its course for a King's entertainment

For no one will be spared no matter what their legacy is

The rain drumming on my head

Hits me like

Hits me like the kick and the snare

The rain drumming on my head

Hits me like kicks and snares

And opens the vaults of my memory

From the evil what I learned is to beware of it's innocence

From the good what I gathered is that I'll question its existence

From the stoics what I learned is the power of acceptance

From my parents I inherited undeniable persistence

This is little dots of knowledge among lines of ignorance

This is 2am scribbles from the city of my origin

This is what I picked up from the Chaplinesque coexistence

Of the comic and the tragic and the beauty away from the limelight

The rain drumming on my head

Hits me like

Hits me like the kick and the snare

The rain drumming on my head

Hits me like the kick and the snare

And opens the vault

The rain drumming on my head

Hit me like the kick and the snare

The rain drumming on my head

Hits me like

Hits me like the kick and the snare

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush

And the fear of forgetting grows large

And it feeds off the memories

And steals your scent, your touch

And drowns your voice to a hush