Buck 65 - Misdeed (W. Electrelane) | Текст песни

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• Buck 65
• Misdeed (W. Electrelane)

Hard as hell, the witches hammer
Right away I knew the sound
So severe and long-forgotten
Citys burning to the ground
Torn to shreds, stressed and cracked
Worried minds obsessed with fact
Skin and bones and blood-red eyes
The messenger was dressed in black
Deceive the birds, fool yourself
Believe the words with all your heart
Goodness gracious, fold your hands
And that’s when things will fall apart
Galleries of sleeping dreams
Take your chances, weigh your cares
Give up the goals (ghost), display your layers
Sing along and say your prayers

Diese Tat ist ihnen immer noch ferner
Als die fernsten Gestirne
Und doch haben sie dieselbe getan
Und doch haben sie dieselbe getan

Here it comes, it’s too late now
At last, the all-consuming flood
Sink or swim, it feeds on fears
Sacred text and human blood
The trees are trying to escape
And all the birds are flying south
Fighting with violent desire
To look inside the lion’s mouth

Candy-coloured clowns are crying
Atheists and Bible-beaters
Noone seems to know the truth
Politicians, tribal leaders
Desperate people close their eyes
And try to reach for higher states
Nothing left to talk about
Sleep no more and dire straits
Crooked teeth and naked breast
Hunger that will only worsten
Dislocated souls go blind
The death of a holy person
Nighttime sky shot full of holes
Mysteries and misdenounced
Control is lost and no one noticed
Magic words are mispronounced

Hande hoch