at midnight

at midnight

Luka Lesson - 5th Season (Official Music Video)

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Shot by Lui Chen Edited by Ricky Reid Music Produced and Mixed by Jordan Thomas Mitchell From the album EXIT, coming MAY 1. PREORDER EXIT FOR FREE: http://bit.ly/exitpreorder THE FIFTH SEASON I wrestle with my demons In the attempt to take control At midnight The fifth season When even the summer's burning cold I've been staring into mirrors Trying to mine my eyes for gold I guess that's why I drink these spirits Because I'm searching for my soul I've lived upon this dirt Dodging cracks in a tangled search Frankincense has burnt beneath my skin I've wished upon the birds I've heard voices in the moon Seen their faces in the waves So when the tides are at their highest I spray their verses to my page I've had those oceans rise and fall for me The doves fly in with the bats I've had no-one come to lend a hand And hundreds stand to clap So I've convinced myself of my own genius And I've hated with a passion Every second word I've written So my pages read in patterns I've learnt the thin line Between speaking and staying silent There's no difference between keeping quiet And just preaching to the choirs I am the hopeless and the hope The spoken and the choked I'm the place to pray to make it mend And the way that it first broke I am the message to the rest of us To never look inside Unless you're ready to know your position In the consciousness of life So I am exactly where I want to be And I've almost killed myself for the chance So I hold the responsibility That comes with finding some answers Γράφω ποιήματα στον ήλιο λόγια πρακτικά γράμματα για τους Έλληνες που δεν μιλάν' τα ψέματα* Έχουν καρδιές που δεν φοβούνται τα πουλιά θα σκοτώσουμε τους κλέφτες και φωνάξουμε τα κρυφά* I have spoken to the earth In so many different tongues I'm sure she only knows me From the volume of my lungs She has spoken in the clouds I hear similes in the leaves Metaphors in the now Desires in the breeze I have listened through my skin Osmosis through my tears I have focused with my body Her smoke has burnt me crystal clear Because this search is not a stepping stone A journey or a path This search is a letting go Back into the shapes we were first cast Because we all wrestle with our demons In the attempt to take control At midnight The fifth season When even the summer's burning cold We all stare into mirrors Trying to mine our eyes for gold I guess that's why, sometimes, we drink these spirits Because we're all searching For our souls * I write poems to the sun practical words letters for the Greeks who don't speak lies * Who have hearts that aren't scared of birds we will kill the thieves and shout our secrets