BROKEN BREAD

CHORUS:

[Sloane Amelia]

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?

Verse 1

[Sugg Savage]

I am half prophet with thoughts abstract

Black on black, Sipping on yack

Back to back with facts, feeling detached

Slouching my back too, see me satchel?

Provided in 1991

Back when my antics were looked over

He’d lash and I’d be sober

I grew older colder

Covert emote cant control her

Outletting in musical ways

Back in youthful days, punk rock saved, and metal I played

Fake tats and drawings of burning and Lucifer

And then the brows were raised

Caught in the haze of am I normal

Then the swagger changed

And then the anger came

Growing pains all up in my fingertips

Played it til I could feel that shit

Bleeding scabbing and peeling it

Think I don’t know pain? I was promised we’ve been married since

Songs of resentment

But in my recent I’ve been just thriving just to reach them

Souls who can relate to my speakings, refuge seeking

Breaking and bending just to feed them.

but I aint eating low on the food chain

tryna make some dam change

CHORUS:

[Sloane Amelia]

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?

Verse 2:

[Sugg Savage + Sloane Amelia]

miseducation gone be the death of these celebrities

Brain freezes, forgetting the reasons they came for

and giving less fucks to get paid more

and then crave more

(more, more, more, more)

Just to feel useful

Just a little we try, and do the right thing

But just to make it

Just a little we fall and do the wrong thing

Just to feel useful

Just a little we try, and do the right thing

CHORUS:

[Sloane Amelia]

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are stars?

Why do we reach for the clouds when we know we are meant to be stars?

Verse 3

[Sloane Amelia]

Never the less, always the more

Keep on giving it these pivotal moments we have in store

All depicting a future we cant afford, to avoid

Filling a void in our hearts in our arts

We depart from our senses to bring forth relentless

Devotion to creation, emancipation from an apathetic nation

We don’t dispel in moderation, that’s large doses

The choices we are making, are shaping the young voices

Deny not our notions of motions to succeed

For us to create is to live eat and breathe

Our existence, our fitness

Recharged with each verse, and each chord, and each stroke

And each soul that we touch with our verb

Don’t need to be seen, we long to be heard

Stomachs are empty

But our hearts our full

We’ve got plenty

Of what you’re looking for

Who knows where the stars will land (3)