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  • 1. FONTSTop secretCrackveticaHard rockKilled DJ
  • 2. DuetDo you feel left behind?Like theres something not right?I dont think Ive been connectedBut of all the dead volcanos on Earthyou just happened to retchAnd rollThrough mineThere were fistfuls of hair round thefoot of my chairAnd echoes of screams before meBut breathing out I swear you were realYou were thereYou were thereYou were thereFor a whileBut I dont know whats real and whatsgoing onAnd I dont wanna be here when the skyis gone(I just cant keep up with it, I)I dont wanna think about it all, Im tired(Nothings good, theres somethingmore)I dont wanna think about it all, Im tiredIt was somewhere to winkIt was slipped in my drinkA necropolis for the takingBut all the cities fall into war and theresnothing but knivesand fearsand forksSeems the more I find out, the more Imsure of it girlAnd baby I get the feeling, theressomewhere darkened over itAnd its here (I feel it coming, one, onestep from nothin)And its here (I feel it coming, one, onestep from nothin)And its here for a while (I feel it coming,one, one step from nothin)(I-I, I-I)But I dont know whats real and whatsgoing onAnd I dont wanna be here when the skyis gone(I just cant keep up with it, I)I dont wanna think about it all, Im tired(Nothings good, theres somethingmore)I dont wanna think about it all, Im tiredBut I can hear them plunderin thestreets at nightYou never shoulda told them what youhad insideAnd I dont want my children in anendless raceAnd I dont wanna wait to see what elsethey take(So far Im in love with you, Im)And all that matters now is that wedont let go(And I can tell theyre watching for it)And you can be my wonder in my townof woe(Time to let the genie out)If its gonna happen let it happen nowIf its gonna happen let it happen now!
  • 3. SchoolinBrother you look like the TajMahalOne colossal dome above you and the smell ofsomething otherA pillar and a scimitarA little…Yes I miss you like a formless hideStretching over me and dangled from thecoastguard in a chopperThe scaffold of me all awryA little...Broke your shoulder on the library stepsHanging round there in the dark just doingnothing or whateverWhat do you mean you saw the stars?You little...I could write it in a murder fontI could say it in a way that would be lying orwhateverI dont want them to tell us apart!You say that Im an overlord? Ive got myself a firehydrant, with more tyrantIn watery blasts, then all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leaptover, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing"Praise the lord"And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is thisschooling?" and "You matter not, and you matternot"And is it, the flogging of a FlintstoneThat Im supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin, and no schoolinThe drummer goes on, the drama goes on(Teach me how to hold)And I dont wanna make a sceneI dont wanna think about the 3rd world hunger orwhateverCause thinking always comes acrossA little...Theres a meeting of the worlds tonightRight above my head a miracle the sun eruptforeverI barely ever raise my eyesA little(Teach him how to hold!)And oh I wanna make the peaceAnd God I gotta be on the train past the ruins thewall and the druids oh pleaseIm whining like a breaking busMaybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with alaserIm not about to open up!You say that Im an overlord? Ive got myself a firehydrant, with more tyrantIn watery blasts, then all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leaptover, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing"Praise the lord"And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is thisschooling?" and "You matter not, and you matternot"And is it, the flogging of a FlintstoneThat Im supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin, and no schoolinThe drummer goes on, the drama goes onThe drummer goes on, the drama goes onMy number is up, my number is upEarth, I take a long time, to learn about the bigoneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil aboutEarthRemember how men, would understand theheavensBut leaving those streetlights onYou cant see nothing thereSo learn me anything goodTeach me something that works, I take a longtime, to learn about the big oneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick aboutEarthRemember good men, would understand theheavensAnd leaving those streetlights onA ghost dark hemisphere EarthI take a long time, to learn about the big oneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick aboutEarthRemember good man, you understand theheavensBut leaving those streetlights on?
  • 4. Photoshop HandsomeI will gain an extra life, when I getthe high score.You could respawn anywhere...I am one with the furniture, moreinanimate than amateurLike a television set! / Gangreneknuckle announced so audibly!I will boost my attention span; soonmy clock will have a minute handYouve become a smithereen!(Im watching that!) Foxhound frolicon the abattoir floor, up in heavenits symmetrical ohAirbrush!What have you done with myfather?Why does he look like a carving?How do I live in the present?I make my own density?And Ah-Ah-Ah!Who did your Photoshophandsome?You ready for reincarnation?Gotta come back as somethingorganic,Or come back as something else!Just come back as something else!More dollar! Less scholar! Less time!My teeth dazzle like an igloo wall, Iinhabit, I inhibit yall!Can you operate alone?Chest pumped elegantlyelephantine, southern hemisphereby Calvin KleinWatch your dorsal fin collapse! / Iknow nothing about my history!I put a rainforest in an Oxo cube!Struck by lightning if I take the tube!Thank your chromosomes for thatI have skin like a waxen peel, and aface that I can never feel butAirbrush!What have you done with mylandscape?Flooding the fields with this cloneshape?Where is the country you died for?And what is the century?And Ah-Ah-Ah!Who did your Photoshophandsome?You ready for reincarnation?Gotta come back as something lessfranticYougotta banish that army of panicGotta come back as somethingorganic,Come back as something organic, orcome back as something else!
  • 5. MY KZ, UR BFLucifer youre landingCross-hairs on the kitchen sinkBarb-wire in the bathroomI cant make new memories sinceFlashbacks to the timethis shell-shocked apartment wasthe placei met with your boyits a mortal thing, yeah its a mortalthingoh! he looked at me funny and aoh! oh! think our secrets out and aoh-ooh-oh i try to explainbut then munitions rain, and werethe epicenterIts like Im watching the A4 papertaking over the guillotine,Its like Im watching the A4 papertaking over the guillotineAnd I wanna know what happenedto your boyfriendCos he was looking at me like"woah..!"Yeah right before the kitchen was adustbowlAnd tossing me the keys and I cantforget howeverything just coming through thewindowsand half the street was under mynailsits like we sitting in the Faradaycage, when the lights all failedi fly through the wallsall pieces colliding and isee raymond aparthea a frowning now, wagging afinger at me"boy!" his knees bendthe other way and"boy! boy!" areyou guys together honey?"b..b..boy!" oh but now i cant findhis torso, mmhmmhmmi guessyoure seperated ooh,Monica i just wanna know...oohi fly through the wallsall pieces colliding and isee raymond aparthea a frowning now, wagging afinger at me "boy!" his knees bendthe other way and "boy! boy!" areyou guys together honey?"b..b..boy!"oh but now i cant find his torso,mmhmmhmmi guess youreseperated ooh, Monica i just wannaknow...oohIts like Im watching the A4 papertaking over the guillotine,[Monica I just wanna know..]Its like Im watching the A4 papertaking over the guillotineAnd I wanna know what happenedto your boyfriendCos he was looking at me like"woah..!" Yeah right before thekitchen was a dustbowlAnd tossing me the keys and I cantforget howeverything just coming through thewindowsand half the street was under mynails its like we sitting in theFaraday cage, when the lights allfailed Lucifer youre landing (6 carsthe driveway oh i do believe it willbe business inside)Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink (itsa real spanner into my works i thinki kicked the bucket)
  • 6. KemosabeFour walls and a cauldron ofKalashnikoving, and our home is atrigger that Im always pulling .Atthe border, at the, at the border Im atthe border, at the, at the border. Theshort spears and the weak eternalmonologue, and our war is thecrucible of all your longing. At theborder, at the, at the border Im at theborder, at the, at the border. I wasthere when the clamor got real I wasthere when your brow smashed thewallIts like a riot with only two preps,the more Im here Im making itworse. But does it feel like yourealready dead? (YES!) and do youfeel like your brain stoppeddelivering?. Yeah break my fingershoot out my black eyes, What doesit matter if everyone dies?Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah! Iam a! I am alone!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah! Iam a! I am alone! Hi-O Silver awaySo fast hence take an arrow fromyour quiver or we’re, past-tense -what’s a trilobite to anyone?I’m outta my depth, outta, outta mydepth Im outta my depth, outta,outta my depth. My head reels andI’m crawling down the corridor, Icant see, but I’m heaving like aholocaustIm reaching my phone, reaching,reaching my phone Im reaching myphone, reaching, reaching my phoneYou wasn’t there when I orphanedthat boy, (NO!) Your body was, andthe white of your rollin’ eye I sawsome terrible things on that night, Idone a lot of bad things with my lifeI put my fingers in thee, And Ibreeze past security!Nobody checking on all of mydeeds, I need a checker for all ofmy deeds…Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone!And we be trapped in the amber,last joy…And I’m looking at a holy ghost.But there’s no silver bullet for amemory I, field dress everymoment but you’re telling me thatTonto say;I’ve lost my way!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone! Hi-O silveraway!Mmm, and I’m lost and I’mdrained… nuff genuflecting in apenitent way!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone! So yippee-kayay!Hey Kemosabe Im alone! Ayah!I am a! I am alone! Hi-O silveraway!
  • 7. Cough CoughYeah, so, um... wait a secondYeah, so, um... wait a secondYeah, so, um... wait a secondYeah, so, um... wait a secondSold your liver but youre still feeling the redSold my feelings now Im hanging by athreadBadAnd its screamin its way through mywindowsAnd its slithering under my doorAnd its in my peripheral visionAnd its pourin up under my floorAnd its whispering into my eardrumsAnd its telling me that I want moreBut Im coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowAnd that eureka moment hits you like a copcar.And you wake up just head andshoulders in a glass jarYou clear your throat you raise youreyebrow but you dont sayTheres something wrong but its okay ifwere still getting paidYeah youre ravenous youre chomping atthe bitJust a cog next to a cog next to a pitI would burn to break away and rest myearsrBadAnd its screamin its way through my windowsAnd its slithering under my doorAnd its in my peripheral visionAnd its pourin up under my floorAnd its whispering into my eardrumsAnd its telling me that I want moreBut Im coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowAnd that eureka moment hits you like a cop carAnd you wake up just head and shoulders in aglass jarYou clear your throat you raise your eyebrow butyou dont sayTheres something wrong but its okay if werestill getting paidBut Im coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowIm coming aliveIm happening nowAnd that eureka moment hits you like a cop carAnd you wake up just head and shoulders in aglass jarYou clear your throat you raise your eyebrow butyou dont sayTheres something wrong but its okay if werestill getting paidBut Im coming aliveCough cough
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