
Who Knows Where How Happiness Truly Grows
Not built for fame. Not made for scale. No branded ask, no bullshit mask. Just words that breathe. Who knows. EPx29.
Audio
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Lyrics
Some good people are wondering Where the time goes, what I'm doing, And I just sing, oh well, who knows Where, how happiness truly grows… I just made songs everyone missed No release hype, no fancy twist No secret spin, no hidden grin Like asking god where we’ve all been A gift of pause, instead of speed Praising the truth, the peace we need No branded ask, no bullshit mask Just words that breathe, a divine task They’ll tell you, “find your niche and stay” (But in French, it means doghouse, hell yeah) Not built for fame, nor made for scale I dare to care, no fear, no fail [Chorus] They’ll call you worthless, if you’re not for sale But meaning just ain’t something cheap, shipped by mail They’ll brand you useless, claim you must reach wide But Soul does matter, lies kill us inside It’s not judgment that I bring But curiosity’s a stubborn thing Why do you mock what won’t compete? Why shame what’s small, so soft and sweet? Why Must power be loud and proud? Can you Hear love cry through a crowd? [Chorus] They’ll call you worthless, if you’re not for sale But meaning just ain’t something cheap, shipped by mail They’ll brand you useless, claim you must reach wide But Soul does matter, lies kill us inside If purpose bends to profit’s rule Is our soul a corporate tool? Kindness blooms where the pain grows Brave hearts beat with what love knows [Final Chorus] They’ll call you useless, let them bark their piece But try singing it, you might feel peace Time just won’t tell, gone on sale While Earth screams hell, we know too well Time proved Time won’t testify It shrugs and laughs while winners lie Until the day, we all ask why Until the time, tyrants all die… -- Time don’t tell, it hides and sells The Earth screams hot, we know too well Time proved Time won’t testify It shrugs and laughs while tyrants lie Until the day we all… die.