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Roane
Roane
Songwriter
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Roane
Roane
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The pain gone conquer all
The pain gone conquer all
Try to focus on the present but my vision blurred
The only images I see are people that I've burned
Because the pain gone conquer all
The pain gone conquer all
I hope I find somebody soon that take away the hurt
But all my hope is gone so I won't even start a search
Because the pain gone conquer all
The pain gone conquer all
I used to think about my past and how I change the way I act
If I could find somebody somewhere that could match me
But now that hope is what I lack
I need to know what should I grasp
I watched emotions turned their back so I choose apathy
If life a sport I ain't feelin grown
I wanna go back home I ain't a pro
Im just a little league athlete
The pain of being insecure is something I've had to endure
And when I get what I deserve I find it saddening
Look at me now
Money on the way can't my find my account
The woman that I used to love absorbed by moderate clout
Know I could change but even music don't inspire me now
I found an angel, fell in love, and now she back in the clouds
I'm lost
What can I gain from helping out in my town?
A little voice inside my head telling me "oh I'm so proud"
I used to focus on my goals, now I'm surrounded by doubt
I hope the future me remembers put your faith in the ground
Try to focus on the present but my vision blurred
The only images I see are people that I've burned
Because the pain gone conquer all
The pain gone conquer all
I hope I find somebody soon that take away the hurt
But all my hope is gone so I won't even start a search
Because the pain gone conquer all
The pain gone conquer all
I tried to fill a void left by depression
What's the lesson?
A tenth of a dollar bill better left in my own possession
Tried to usher in an age where our memories fled to heaven
But the body has its limits, it pushed me to this confession
Tried to be a symbol or an icon
Know my work and confidence the only things I rely on
The foolish waste their hope on something they ain't got eyes on
Pushed me to my limit had me thinking that I'm wrong
But then I noticed how I got this gift of poetry
Wasn't given it was smithed
Over years of tears and burnt bridges of the people close to me
I don't know if that's how it's supposed to be
Lyrics flowing through my brain and every word perfect like the legends made from holy speak
I'm tired of the lies
I'm tired of the trials
I'm tired of my struggles being devised from the sky
What's the purpose?
I left the church and faith and now this drink has got me saying hope it's worth it
Written by: Chandler Roane
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