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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,174
Peak in subgenre #260
Author
S. De Bolster / D. Alberts.
Rights
S. De Bolster / D. Alberts / GRT Entertainment.
Uploaded
April 22, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:34
Story behind the song
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by D. Alberts (Da Cypha Beats).
Mixed by S. De Bolster.
Recorded at the "Nothing F*** ing Works"-studio.
© 2003 - S. De Bolster / D. Alberts / GRT Entertainment.
Lyrics
Yeh right...
Your words don't even matter...
You're just a platter on God's little menu... Waiting on your turn to splatter into a big flock of nothing.
Oh, you really think you mean something? Politicking...
Throwing words around like cum at a local orgy venue...
By all means... continue
Assume you're really making a difference...
Why don't you state your name and date for future reference
So I can say that's the day you lost your common sense.
You're just a little drop in the ocean Floating...
Turning into rain until you end up where you started...
There's no harvest that can save you from this carnage..
There's no miracle potion or religious devotion...
that can save you from turning into worthless dust.
Living is a must... And the price you gain is death...
So save your last breath and take your last steps Enjoy the good times and accept the rest
I think I'm hexed since I always disregard the text and get stuck studying the sidelines...
Reminiscing about the times when I was a young boy
...fooling around with the guidelines
But I turned out fine...
Yeah, I'm ok...
I just think too much which leaves me with too much to say.
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
Walking thru my mind trying to find the lost and found
Talking to mankind as I incline the tip of the mound
Painful Paranormal Paranoia Pimping Powerful Pleasures
A social nomad wandering this soiled realm for treasures
I stutter through the naive products of my verbal verbosity
Should I flutter above this vocabulary sea to outshine my animosity?
Or rub their faces in the feces of their own creations
Search the places where the species find their soul's salvations
Turn the chirps of the birds into frightened squeals
Illogical voices are telling me the end will justify the means
Antagonizing and instigating my hate against the human race
Irritating gusts of wind throwing words in my face...
Announcing it is time to awake for the next phase
Walking thru this maze made of concrete walls
Clawing at my grace as I embark on this eternal fall
Here's some wisdom for all a y'all :
"For every brick that we stack, there's a sick little crack in the foundation"
Yeah, I'm drunk and hating wallowing in my little river of frustration
I don't know where I come from or where the f*** I'm going
Frozen in the time and space gathered in the land of the lost souls
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