Noisia feat. Foreign Beggars - Soul Purge (Current Value Remix) | Текст песни

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• Noisia feat. Foreign Beggars
• Soul Purge (Current Value Remix)

One night, sudden and coming right type
spilled words and accents like blood from fright night,
end of the market day, fruit not ripe, that's getting
thrown in the gutter, sleepers whisper sickness

Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delay
they ain't see thunder
rippin' out through the towns
but beneath the grounds
under the deep

we lounge under the sound wobble
travel and rupture
unravel your structure

Feet cold, breakin' down
so bad under monster strength
need no weapons, spit shells
rappers, guitar stars

only the strong survive
get shaken, arise
if not start to be taken alive
you'll be taken alive

while your route to demise
while our weed smoke to new high and blue skies (NO CLUE ABOUT THIS LINE)
The mind's eye never lies
close your lust like god severed divine's highs

(chorus x2)
Nervous, twisted
course enough and convoluted
slightly edgy, messy
caught in the net
left to our own devices, these skills we collect
but after the soul purge we emerge from the depths

Yeah

Yo I stay livid
brain withered and face grinning
chase women race winnin' in this fake kingdom

race to place faith in this base system
stray pilgrim
changing name 'til his fate gives in

days spinnin', out of control
time's speedin'
Mind's feeling for hope
but my life's bleeding

I write, read, and recite
believe that despite freedom
that my life's leaving
three times of the wind of this nice evening

I fight feelings
dry feeling, my frail skin
my plight's flimsy
like the tale of a fel king

set sail to the blue yonder
(????) for no return
Legs be failing, she's to wonder
if our souls should burn

I close the urn
toes turned to the wind
fools discern
these yokes are learning to sin

Hurl within crashed feelings
of a lost lust
Lost city
that's believing that we must rot

(chorus)
Nervous, twisted
course enough and convoluted
slightly edgy, messy
caught in the net
left to our own devices, these skills we collect
but after the soul purge we emerge from the depths

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