High Enough (feat. Propaganda) - The Gray Havens

Don't lose yourself LexNour And all I see is propaganda in the world All I see is propaganda And all I see is propaganda, propaganda And all I see is propaganda, propaganda And all I see is propaganda, propaganda And all I see is propaganda, propaganda Yeah, united we stand, divided we fall New Year's Eve, they've been dropping the ball Independent, how we're denting the game We don't write to the sound of applause Hidden truths, dotted lines Ain't never signed, stood and remained a boss In a world that is full of facades Where if you speak, you get nailed to a cross I won't be silent, I am outspokеn I am the product of pain So when you see my name, know famе Could never break down a brain that is already broken Every wound is a pain devotion They fill words as I purge emotion Scabs tear as I drop Hits that bleed lies from demonic omens The system decides, we spend and we buy While most of our time we spend in bed The dreams we have all stay inside We sleep and wake, then live with regret The price of life is half the cost The price of fame could cost your head If infamy is what you seek And propaganda's what you spread And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (all I see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (and all I ever see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (all I see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda, propaganda Look what they did, indoctrinated They convinced us all that everything we say is racist And blood will change it That's what happens, y'all need balance Y'all need blacks and whites and lefts and rights to stop the madness They planned it (they did) It's Trump or Biden, we all been divided, riot in the streets Elections have always been rigged, I ain't surprised if somebody cheats All I see is pentagrams of the propaganda, but our priority's a vaccine It ain't hard for wolves to find a flock when the sheep are fast asleep (wake up) Too many people lack character, too many journalists scaring you Too many pencils attempting to rewrite the constitution, they probably gon' tear it up I love the country, but I don't trust the people taking care of us We went to bed with the American dream, we woke up in Nightmerica And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (all I see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (and all I ever see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda (all I see is propaganda) Propaganda (all I see is propaganda) And all I see is propaganda, propaganda

I'm not strong enough to stay away I can't run from you I just run back to you Like a moth, I'm drawn into your flame You say my name But it's not the same You look in my eyes I'm stripped of my pride And my soul surrenders And you bring my heart to its knees And it's killing me when you're away And I wanna leave, and I wanna stay And I'm so confused, so hard to choose Between the pleasure and the pain And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right Even if I try to win the fight My heart would overrule my mind And I'm not strong enough to stay away I'm not strong enough to stay away What can I do? I would die without you In your presence my heart knows no shame I'm not to blame 'Cause you bring my heart to its knees And it's killing me when you're away And I wanna leave, and I wanna stay And I'm so confused, so hard to choose Between the pleasure and the pain And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right Even if I try to win the fight My heart would overrule my mind And I'm not strong enough to stay away There's nothing I can do My heart is chained to you And I can't get free Look what this love's done to me And it's killing me when you're away And I wanna leave, and I wanna stay And I'm so confused, so hard to choose Between the pleasure and the pain And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right Even if I try to win the fight My heart would overrule my mind And I'm not strong enough to stay away (Not strong enough, strong enough) (Not strong enough, strong enough) to stay away (Not strong enough, strong enough) (Not strong enough, strong enough) And I'm not strong enough to stay away

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour