Ancient Astronauts feat. Azeem & DJ Zeph - Oblivion | Текст песни

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• Ancient Astronauts feat. Azeem & DJ Zeph
• Oblivion

Oakland California 19 2077
AZ 33 M
Germany whats happenin
Told you a long time man ETC
A race to take charge
Time never was

Told you last record
Our minds was museums
When you bare witness
No need to believe it
I wrote this vocals while dreamin'
Write it on lions with wings
Watchin hell being trisoned
You can go call
All your popular demons
And wizards and witches
And lizards and preachers
They built more prisons
And places for teachers
Prostitute freedom
Gave us fake leaders
Broke out the pain
And made a fake Jesus
Broke off the noses
To make a fake Egypt
Greek like adonis nike and adidas
Talisons made from osiris'es penis
Legacy stolen statues of venus
Asses the size of Rome colloseum
Juggernauts, Cyclops,
Titans [cos po niemiecku]
Waiting in Babylon,
Return of the Astronauts

Tricked you didn't I?
Not never!
When I take a little break
And not sound better
I wrote this words with the feather
Ran outta ink
And use tears from the devil
He told me how to succeed
He said:
"Rest is a weapon
Your enemy is sleep"
No matter what they think
A soldier with no enemy
Will never know his own strength
So the music is richer
And all the bits sound thicker
And all my lyrics and pictures
I wrote this image
So you see what a prince it is
Another way to depict it
I turn out with that light
You can see from a distance
With flames and black fists
Liftin' the sentence
And crush the metropolis
Just as predicted
That's a beautiful vision
I've just painted armageddon
And made it sound like heaven
That's just how we livin'
I told you that the roof is on fire
I really meant it

Follow me
If angels had fingers
Connected to strings
We would be puppets
And love would be king
War wouldn't be a word
Of any worth
They made earth on hell
Out of heaven on earth

Fly scriptures above skyscrapers
With chemical plain
Spray poison over east berlin
And over Oakland
Where the gangsters live
No lotion like capleton rough
It's war outside
I cry for Natalie
I heard she died
I hope I see you
On the other side of town
Infinite, God mind,
I'm livin' in it
Out of body and I'm leavin
All this alien genetics with it
Hop a ship with some palladins
And travel with them
And head the Venice
For syrena shaped woman
Ancient mind metric vision
I turn ink to wine
And get the skydrunk with it

edit by MySno (NZ)