Tele Boy Poet Lyric

It's 10 Pm

I, was created
by the dance of nostalgia and stupid pride
I, held captive by eyes
Pinned me down and shaped my style

I suit up and fade out
to a world of nothing
My pilot is on sick leave now

We're in the realm of nowhere
Just the music playing
To the rhythm of the ticking clock

When I close my eyes it's 10 pm, and it's too late to sing
From morning's light till evening's dark all in vain
I've grown old, I have no fight to redo my design
But what do I do when it's 10?

I, was altered
To the artless edible I used to hate
Days, fuse and collide
Yet I know I'm I, regardless of my hairstyle.

You think I'd be growing, overcoming
Yet I decay where no one sees me

With closed eyes, it's ten at night
Monotony repeats, again and again.
Too late for song, too late to dream,
It's ten at night

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