Delete The Believer

Secret Band

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    Insistent bitch, you burst my ear drums close range
    Your version of the past is most strange
    Extortion through a biological defect
    An irritating reason to sleep with fake breasts
    A lot of things get themselves elevated
    Review my pictures and plans
    Pretending I am not jaded
    If you do then I could plummet myself nude
    Covered in red, orange, yellow and j00 blue

    One thick splinter in the spoke, the carousel
    The ropes gone withered coat my throat in shrapnel
    Most my winners know the throne’s a stairwell
    You keep your mouth shut when the evidence piles up

    Two thin shards, on the hood, the ferris wheel
    Hard fought fight, now you face the scalpel
    Lost my demons when I tossed the capsule
    Nip it in the tuck, so the image gets fake enough

    Plastic wrap my sandwich stat cause
    I’m the meanest obesesist
    The fattest gas of classic bass
    I solidify it’s cohesive
    You were ill equipped to pillage it
    And delete the believer, but east the locust swift
    And local fists, will pummel the fever

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    Collect in caution, for the mind will erase
    The passion of the moment, back in toward
    Road you walk upon will crumble in on it
    I knew the best kept line was still waitin in my brain
    Before the present dies
    I pluck the thought out like a crane

    Can I subscribe to that? Yes you can
    I’m hearing the shape of the whisper that you cannot see, and can never take back

    You cannot see, and can never take back

    Inside I approgate dip, tashobulections, flip, it’s so guhdayo, my nohse sun dahbayshun shrimp
    Inside I approgate dip, wection frip, it’s sobuhdayo, the gose tun the bae dun swip

    If I can operate the mind then can I separate the soul

    Then the clock just split
    I knew the time was all mine to do what I want with
    I don’t gotta be a hero, do those even in exist, with only blood pumpin through your fist
    And all this time it was a slippery slope
    Used the wrong antidote to cope, thought my hope couldn’t float, but the fault was mine, put perspective inline, cursed the day when my thoughts turned against me
    The mind is trap, push the thought away, assumption enslaves, my brain decays

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