Beit Nun - Paralysed lyrics

Beit Nun Watch me paint myself into this room, like Syd did Truly twisted, more screwed than the music business, who is this? Tunes got me lifted, it's the psychedelic relic, Beit Nun, never knew my limits When playin' mates my lyrics, they labelled me gifted So every record I did was made for my critics Every syllable tailor fitted, wrote a cla**ic and failed to shift it All that work, and it didn't make a difference Being disregarded hit me the hardest It put a chink in my armour, I'm an insignificant artist Beneath, I'm a sensitive soul Feel like I've hit the wall, Ben's in a hole and now he questions his role Don't know my place, 'cause I've never been shown In a world I thought where anything goes, they left me alone I saw everyone around me get what they're owed When I can barely put a meal together and December is cold Dan Bull I'm pretty sure I haven't moved for the best part of an hour Cursed with the mind of a hero and blessed with the heart of a coward Yes, I've started it now, I'm barking and shouting, asking for help Harmfully loud but I can't turn it down, I panic in a bar when it's crowded I'd rather be out in the beer garden and downing my half of lager I'm drowning my self harm in itself, I'm out, just gimme a moment Now I'm sitting at home look, Ben, you should get in the zone and own it Beit Nun Dan, I've got this, gimme 10, and the 8's down I'm really feelin' it, yeah, it's a great sound Spaced out with the phones on This beat is inspiring a beautiful song, it's been so long since I wrote one Who in the world has time for writing music Between a soul-destroying 9-5 slog and a morbid night of boozin' That I choose to use to fight the blues with? But I've got a gift, and I like to prove it, let's do this Dan Bull Just give me a minute The rhythm is spinning, I feel like I'm in it Thought I'd hit the perimeter, but there isn't a limit Pictures of trysts with women are swimming within and it's blissfully vivid Is this a significant image, or just a libidinous mimic? Mixing the spirits, till the spirits are lit up and lifted Quick, tip us a sip of Glenlivet Sniffing the snifter, this is exquisite Swear I'm finna just finish it, till I finish up sick in a clinic Not every trip is a picnic, I've been in this since the beginning I'm different to Robbie Williams, I won't just sing when I'm winning You cynical listeners listen to lyrics I'm getting the hits on Still living in ignorance of the hidden hit songs the critics are missing Just gimme a second, hold up just a couple of minutes I'm seeing double, the juxtaposition's f**ed my vision Good job the stereo's balanced, because I'm hooked to the rhythm When I want to cut the traditions and touch something different I look to musicians