Who knows what hides behind these gray clouds Coercing men to bare frowns? But even fake crowns eventually bow low to the basslines That cover me like shelter for the homeless From vagrant to venomous microphone pest Pause only when my clones rest So foot in front of foot my frame progress Game of life and death, forced to maneuver past the grotesque Dried maggots, gravedigger 'til nails metallic tasting Iron bed springs, sleeping late, early waking Bomb street corners lay bodies at the coroners The bluebird of happiness tweeting to stiff followers Blak summons spirits thru a male goat's horn Ate the cheese, be warned, I'm a spiteful woman, so don't scorn In the darkness, the light seeks out the target And I'm starving for it, guerrilla styles like Darwin With a voice like a thunder storm, this ain't no summer breeze This golden city's dead like autumn leaves and Brandon Lee And still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets Perched high on my mental complex Yugen of Crow's Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks
Knowing the light, I remain in the dark Insane sparks fire me up like a rocket discharged Making history of these carbon copycats Protect my origins, I'm all foundations & blueprints like architects Let me lay the plan flat like the dark ages' concept of earth Inverted thinking, tongue spitting rhymestyles in reverse Dodging evil and schisms my gunspeak stays eloquent This that grindhouse shit, there's no damsel in distress I'm from a line of hard chickens that flex their necks Astounding with the intellect, compulsive never miss a step Eggheads trying to box me into cardboard cartons I'm heartless, rip mics in the name of carnage But this reality's boring, I count the hours More sick than tired kids, more thick than I was One more hit for the downers And climb - ethereal anti-gravity Known to disappear like cities under the Atlantic Still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets Perched high on my mental complex Yugen of Crow's Nest separating severed heads from bloody necksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
