"The Hand Of The Imposter (Is The Promise Of My Own" as written by and Imaad Wasif....
The rain was pounding on my rooftop,
Like an animal whipping through a cage.
Now that you're gone there's no reason for me to stay on.
Well I wanna go back home,
Where I only know the less known's.
I wanna break free from all these freaks.

Come visit me in dreamland, and talk in a voice that's quick.
The invisible man was the ghost of a woman and a famous rip-off artist.

In the ancestral halls where the yellow wallpaper begs for my superstitions,
I stood on the vents for long enough to blend the person I was then with who I am now.
It's my shining hour,
Ring out a joyful hymn for the prisoner on the high roads of the glow.
And music of the spirits, a sub-style, astronomers hoax.
One by one I've unhooked the stars and hid them in my coat-tails.
Who will carry the torch?
And who will inherit the throne?
And all of the posers are inching closer, even the losers and clones.
An organ rises, a distant wave somewhere on the periphery.
My contempt for you is marching on, bittersweet and unrelenting.


Lyrics submitted by shizzlecake

The Hand Of The Imposter (Is The Promise Of My Own song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain