[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:15.81]Air poured my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms [00:26.94]The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war [00:30.30]The quintessential outlaw [00:31.62]Eye of the storm my tears fall as a torrential downpour [00:35.01]The flood your death wish written in blood [00:37.68]I came in from the cold clothes dripping with mud [00:40.47]Gripping a club primitive a stick is a dud [00:43.20]Swinging a punch the bad seed pick of the bunch [00:46.08]I drink black rain take another swig and I'm drunk [00:48.93]Taste venom on the tip of my tongue my lips cold [00:52.11]Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold [00:55.29]I never sold my soul for fool's gold [00:57.45]So I'm still free but too numb to feel pity [01:00.15]Some broke down now the still city's a ghost town [01:03.36]Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets [01:06.24]Seasons of espionage as time passes [01:08.94]The lion hearted survival of the hardest artist [01:12.45]My open arms embrace darkness [01:14.55]Still craving carnage and infamy [01:17.01]But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry [01:27.09]Scratches [01:30.57]You can see me as cynical trapped in my own gothic vision [01:35.19]Encapsulating chaos in this composition [01:37.59]Calculated like the lies of a politician [01:40.32]Gripping the slingshot I size up the opposition [01:43.23]I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise [01:46.53]Fire water falling from these grey skies [01:48.69]To paint your train lines chrome over red brick [01:51.33]Reflective like a gemstone in a cesspit [01:54.15]Jehst gives belief to a skeptic [01:56.31]The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic [01:59.88]Infected by the forked tongue of a liar [02:02.34]Now my thoughts are the colour of fire [02:04.56]And my night's spent running the [02:06.60]Unspired by the freak show [02:08.28]I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke [02:11.49]My words are folklore that survived the Cold War [02:14.73]New World Order and so forth [02:16.74]I go north ankle-deep in snowfall [02:19.62]Leaping over dry stone walls with a [02:22.44]Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath [02:24.81]It's the last twilight before the silence of death [02:37.65]Scratches
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:15.81]Air poured my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
[00:26.94]The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war
[00:30.30]The quintessential outlaw
[00:31.62]Eye of the storm my tears fall as a torrential downpour
[00:35.01]The flood your death wish written in blood
[00:37.68]I came in from the cold clothes dripping with mud
[00:40.47]Gripping a club primitive a stick is a dud
[00:43.20]Swinging a punch the bad seed pick of the bunch
[00:46.08]I drink black rain take another swig and I'm drunk
[00:48.93]Taste venom on the tip of my tongue my lips cold
[00:52.11]Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold
[00:55.29]I never sold my soul for fool's gold
[00:57.45]So I'm still free but too numb to feel pity
[01:00.15]Some broke down now the still city's a ghost town
[01:03.36]Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
[01:06.24]Seasons of espionage as time passes
[01:08.94]The lion hearted survival of the hardest artist
[01:12.45]My open arms embrace darkness
[01:14.55]Still craving carnage and infamy
[01:17.01]But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry
[01:27.09]Scratches
[01:30.57]You can see me as cynical trapped in my own gothic vision
[01:35.19]Encapsulating chaos in this composition
[01:37.59]Calculated like the lies of a politician
[01:40.32]Gripping the slingshot I size up the opposition
[01:43.23]I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
[01:46.53]Fire water falling from these grey skies
[01:48.69]To paint your train lines chrome over red brick
[01:51.33]Reflective like a gemstone in a cesspit
[01:54.15]Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
[01:56.31]The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic
[01:59.88]Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
[02:02.34]Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
[02:04.56]And my night's spent running the
[02:06.60]Unspired by the freak show
[02:08.28]I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke
[02:11.49]My words are folklore that survived the Cold War
[02:14.73]New World Order and so forth
[02:16.74]I go north ankle-deep in snowfall
[02:19.62]Leaping over dry stone walls with a
[02:22.44]Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
[02:24.81]It's the last twilight before the silence of death
[02:37.65]Scratches
